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@miltfarquhar
Hot-haired wokester with a pleasing gait. “One of the best kisses I’ve ever had” - anon. He/him. Deal with it, y’fuckin plum.
With the World Cup final upon us, I hope FIFA take the opportunity to formally remember the young men who, 40 years ago today, went to Basran to play a game of football for Melchester Rovers - and never came home. Baxter Guthrie Naylor Hunt Jones Logan Slade Cassidy RIP, Rovers.
I looked like Peter Kay going into my 30s. As a result, this is a sexy as it got. I still fucking wince at this, but if we’re baring souls then…
Brooks Brothers, WTC, 12 Sept 2001. Day One of the world-forever-changed. The shirts all neatly stacked on the left, what’s left of New York’s old skyline to the right, and a passing emergency vehicle with “Basic Life Support” emblazoned on its top. Superbly framed photo.
Flicking through old photos, just found this. Street performer in London (suited), set the guy in the camel coat into position and then limboed into his pose and stood there for a few seconds. Made for a semi-decent photo.
Anyone got any legal expertise they’d be willing to share? Got this very aggressive email from a chap who said I’m on my final warning, you get me? It’s all in caps, so I’ve clearly pissed him off. My worry is I end up in jail. Hopefully if I send him $250 he’ll drop the charges.
How it started / how the daddy’s season ended two months in. Not that I typically celebrate injuries, but that bellend was quite happy throwing himself through players in the first 70 seconds of the game. Fuck him.
Go’ead, Scotland, lad. Into these ball-juggling, Christ the Redeemer Amazon bellends. Will take a defeat if someone just fucking jaws Neymar. Or Robertson.
Elsewhere, and headmaster suspended for using big-faced boy as satellite dish.
Premium-grade flouncing! Mad that you can’t disagree with someone without this kind of tawdry conduct in response.The Everton Gents’ Establishment would be aghast. Ace that clearsky lets you see what a shithouse someone has been pre-block, too! Up yours, Mr Agreeable, you fat bunhead!
Always a personal favourite, this. “Look at the state of them, Sue! It like hanging an apple in a hammock, they’re bloody huge. And why are they forcing our Nigel to wear one?”
When will these knobheads learn that they are just nameless pawns in this cunt’s populist game? “Get out there and RAGE! And let me know how it goes, ok - I’m with you guys, in spirit at least.”