Here's a little something for the foam-flecked anti-post-modernist brigade.
In which the swishing Switzer goes full Pauline, Killer of the IPA offers
more Killernomics, and Our Henry, in being determinedly apolitical, ends up
being fiercely political (go Israel) ...
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It'd be a real tragedy for the pond if Lord Downer was dragooned into
running the Liberal party.
Opening the week with his ancient bleats nicely booke...
7 hours ago

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The cat picture in your header links very well to this post.
HAH.
That was as good as a drink.
They were so young! I will have to use 'unhappy bubbles of anal wind' somewhere in conversation. I must pick my moment carefully.
In a breathless deconstruction of the trite family self-portrait, USA PhotoHouse deftly excises the phallocentric father figure, leaving a single hand to signify - with profound semiotic irony - the hidden hand of capitalism. The camera is bereft of any screen or viewfinder in a de facto refutation of the omnipresent panopticon of male gaze, while the child points aimlessly out of the savaged image in a cathartic denunciation of the testosterone-poisoned concept of understanding directions. Marvellous.
WV: let your freke flag fly
Unadulterated snot, but my fancy is tickled.
Actually, just leave it at snot, less is more.
No, include some tickling.
What disgusting substance would it take to make snot seem adulterated if you added it?
This would. (Click on that link if you dare.)
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