You son of a bitch, I’m in.
You son of a bitch, I’m in.
Apparently not though.
I always wondered what words meant.
I’m not a fan of mushy peas. Swap it and the gravy out for some Irish-style curry sauce and now we’re talking.
Almost makes me wish I could abide mushy peas. If I did I would finally be allowed to return to the North.
I can’t believe that.
But who will out the swirly pattern on top of my coffee then?
Ninja swords are pretty much useless unless you backstab for a critical anyway.
Fake - Boxing Day is missing.
I would raise my pint to that.
How come Count Duckula also lives in a castle then? Feels like there’s some kind of co-morbidity going on there.
Cat doesn’t work. You do.
I played it. What’s the context?
Mrs Thatcher Milk Snatcher.
Cooked.
They know you’re allowed to say “fucked” right?
It’s teal.
How did I get here?