A friend of mine who’s a linguist had an infallible response to that sort of shite. He spoke Navaho…
You will only take my journalist away when you prize him from my cold, dead fingers…
He’d have woken up on Nov 9th and reached straight for the 45!
Flight 666 doesn’t scare me unless this voice comes on the intercom…
I was thinking something very similar, except about San Francisco!
So then it’s well past your nap time young man…
And the browner they are, the better!
So… He ate the receipt when the Doritos ran out?
I would have expected that sort of level in Essex, to avoid the stiletto marks in the roof lining!
That’s a bloody good question - and an equally good answer - that’s sent me down the rabbit hole for the last half hour. I was tempted by The Specials or The Ramones, but I’d have to go with this even without the link to the staff writer!
He should have been posting today for his birthday!
Since everyone’s done the Dave Roth jokes, we should balance things up for Sammy’s birthday today!
Why should he have to share the glory!
Somehow I can picture Torchinsky saying “We’re your friends, we’re not like the others, man…”
Do you often wait around for massive bears?
Is it too late for me to copyright that?