That's "the whorey hostess", surely?

Or a Dingleberry.

The Dun Kirk Rises

It takes an actor of Cumberbatch's stature and authority to utter the words "By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!" and not dissolve into laughter.

Except you can't wipe with a tablet.

What time do you call this, you scurvy rogue? *taps ship's chronometer meaningfully*

What's with the Spess Mehreen? And where are his skullz(TM)?

Sidere mens eadem mutato - "starlight turns your brains to cheese".

In Australia, my day of emotional tension, oft-repeated grievances and recriminations, cathartic screaming and generic but surprisingly drinkable Aldi champagne has come to an end. Might make another visit to the new grandchild, the one tiny spot of joy in an otherwise pretty ghastly festive season.

Yes, and he turned up after 40 years to stay over for Life Day, a couple of nights tops, and now he won't fucking leave!

Tell my wife I said 'Hello'.

If quantum is anything to shout about/
there's a parallel universe where Graham Chapman will outlive us all without any doubt.

Slab Bulkhea…! Oh shit, I got here too late…

Oh fucking hell no. I'd managed to keep that line from my mind for the past fortnight now (and you have no idea how hard that was in the present Star Wars-saturated climate), but it keeps coming back like a dodgy vindaloo.

I want to see Hail Caesar.

Dad's a Northerner. I'm second-gen.

Wow, that got meta real quick.

I had to upvote solely for the use of the words 'rocking crusher'. The most metal thing ever posted in a discussion of kitchenware.

BURN THE HERETIC!!!

If you can't pull a blanket over yourself, you don't need a Snuggie (TM), you need round-the-clock care.