Pshaw, I bet none of you could hit a blern.

Well, when the FBI comes looking for the copy of the minutes from your meeting of subversives...

Take the star

Shit sandwich

Additional proof of her otherworldliness: Swarley

This is a great premise for a Fear and Loathing-esque assessment of the state of capitalism in the digital age, and the fleeting availability of pleasure.

I assume, based upon this, that sending them a message via a incontinent carrier pigeon would be uncouth?

Just what I need, to start another podcast where I’m the only listener.

I can’t do that, Dave.

The Trotters are lucky to live another day.

I didn’t realise that the American Voices “man on the street” took to getting burners

Man United had previously used Gigg Lane as a home ground for their Reserve squad. Had the club not moved the Reserves to Leigh Sports Village, they’d still be giving Bury rent.

But more than that, my friends, the chicken is eating us.

That is the question

I take it this isn’t the Archduke Edition?

I read this and wonder how the fuck Ken Bates didn’t completely obliterate Chelsea or Leeds.

He showed incredible restraint there by not resorting to Abe Simpson levels of depraved insults.

I take it that he finally returned from that place called Vertigo?

I’m sure that this is exactly what Nancy Reagan had envisioned...

Who was the bastard who painted stripes on the car?