*clicks on headline*

*activates Bitchy Gay Scot Mode*

*glares, in Bitchy Gay Scot mode*

*harsh stare*

*Scottish terrier-ears perk up*

Well, at least that Orange Whore did something right...

Well I crave chips and curry sauce but you don’t see me go out of my way to cause chaos, do you?  Hmm?  Go and think about what you’ve done (now), Robicelli!  *points in general direction of that darkened corner of the room with the occasionally flickering overhead light*

All of the Culture books are probably never going to be made into a series or films, purely because a, they’d be as expensive as fuck to film, b, not every character in the Culture books is a cut-and-dry good guy/bad guy (Diziet Sma is the perfect example. I know who I’d want to play her, but no doubt some neckbeard…

That’s a hard-pass from me. I’m not eating “popcorn salad” just because some irritating-voiced little madam from the cargo-cult states claims it’s “good”.

“...and in market news, plastic prices have shot through the roof, along with sales of liquid smoke...”

Well, you’ve got an plump population and I’m told that human flesh tastes like pork, so get yourself a-massacring! I recommend starting with Florida. Don’t worry - the meth cooks right out...

No, they don’t sing. They go in my gob, mate.

I think we can all safely say that the words “As Seen On TV!” are a herald of horrors yet-to-come.  It’s how you lot ended up with your last President (and how us Brits got landed with that blonde-haired slag Johnson...)

I think the killing blow came with the “I’m not going to apologise for being offended”. And you know what’s even more delicious? She’s right. I don’t know if that you’ve seen the whole interview Stateside but it was unadulterated fuckwit-bluster on his part.

I love that the writers find wee ways to sneak in a snarky line or a biting little comment here and there.  It makes the dialogue sound that bit more realistic and yes, I would have said the same thing if I was Bucky standing there watching some pompous fuckwit-metaphor-for-post-911-America-getting-battered.  Maybe…

Oh jesus fucking christ, just fucking chuck that bastard in a deep, dark pit and fill it with fermented piss. Seriously. What the everlasting fuck? Just drown it.

Okay, so my reaction to that episode? FUCK. ME.

Piss off, Olivia, but leave your husband behind.  I’d gladly share a plate of lasagne with him...

Oh, I agree. One of these days I’ll put up a post about That Time My Company Relabelled The Disabled Toilets And The TERF’plosion It Caused (even though my trans colleagues had nothing to do with it). I still laugh about it, even though it was five years ago.

*glare*