I think it’s pretty telling that Piers “Fat Fuck” Morgan stormed off after Alex Beresford pointed out a few home truths to him. I’ve already had it mentioned to me by a couple of friends of mine that he can dish out his anti-Meghan shite to a woman - any woman - but as soon as a man challenges him (and a PoC at that…
I’m sorry - he flew to Kenya? What did he think was going to happen? The Kenyans would welcome him with open arms and hide him? No dears, no they would not (he should have travelled back in time by 30 years or so and fucked off to J’burg).
Just so we’re all fucking clear about one little aspect of Piers Morgan - he hacked a dead teenager’s phone to dig up dirt, sorry, “a story”. The man can go choke on a forest of dicks.
I know that there’s a few fast food joints on my local JustEat that don’t actually have a physical restaurant you go and stand in and wait for your order, rather what’s called a “dark kitchen” (basically a food preparation unit, usually based in an industrial warehouse somewhere that prepares and cooks the food). I…
*dark laugh*
Just in case anyone’s missing our favourite goddess, someone finally uploaded the dance scene from last week. And it still makes me grin like a lunatic. So. Fucking. Beautiful.
Anyone who watches Trainspotting and thinks it’s a glamourous lifestyle on-screen is more dead inside than a 100 year old corpse. Get yourself into therapy, muppet.
It’s the shipping costs - both financial and environmental - which tells me that you’re right in doing what you’re doing. Yes, it’s wonderful whipping out that bottle of Italian olive oil at a summer BBQ and dousing that bastard-salad like you’re at a bukkake session in 2008, but seriously, the cost.
You cannot do an article on Ann Reardon and miss out the drag parody!
Eh, I would have picked Celia Imrie if they wanted an older Agatha. She’s mostly known for playing ditzy comic relief here in the UK but she can do menacing at the drop of a hat.
The correct term is “A twatting”.
Simple solution to shipping costs: move to somewhere other than the USA. Try Canada. I hear they’ve got great healthcare.
Right.
I watched this episode with a big ole cheesy smile on my face (for the most part) and it’s all because Salim got to experience happiness on his own terms for the first time in a long time. Fuck the Djinn for fucking off and leaving him with a shitty Target sweater. I hope he’ll stick around with Toni and Hawt Bellboy…
Well, the shitteth is hitting the faneth over here in Blighty. A lot of reactions have been amusing but a lot of what was said was, well...predictable. The lack of support Meghan said that she didn’t receive has some pretty nasty echoes of Diana. The remark a lot of British news sites are focusing on right now is that…
They knocked you back for your think-piece on the difficulties of being a heterosexual white man in 00s America, didn’t they?
That is an ugly, ugly blazer she’s got on there. Seriously, that’s Drag Race-worthy.
Mandolins are fucking evil. I’ve never trusted them. I tell you what is a good investment for food preparation? A mouli-legume. All the fun of shredding combined with the thrill of just standing there!
*cracks knuckles*
Do we need some Denali killing it to make up for a lacklustre episode again?
