Dobermans are brilliant dogs. The aggression they’re “known” for is apparently being bred out of the breed and, as someone who knows someone with three of the damned pooches, when they’re raised correctly, they make fantastic family pets. Same with Rottweilers (shout out to my mate’s dog, Petal!) and Pit Bulls. …
Treat him like a rabid dog. Have it put down.
Proposal: we start calling him Bitch McConnell.
God, she had tiny oddly shaped jubblies, didn’t she?
Coupes are pretty useless for champagne. The fizz just bubbles off. Flute glasses, however, are far better. But yeah, coupes are just...useless.
So not satisfied by forcing that poor dog to have its ears perked up, she also likes to hit it around? Dobermans are playful critters (the image they have of being aggressive attack dogs is way off the mark) and that wee pooch just wanted to play. Fuck her to infinity.
Huh. Well, for £3 of your finest British pounds, you can get a 600g bag of spicy chicken nuggets from Iceland (the frozen food store, land of prawn rings, not the actual country) that has some decently tangy spicy chicken nuggetty-things in it. Only catch is that you need to cook ‘em yourself, unless you’re into…
So that’s what my sister was going on about “the idiot in the news with the steamed cooch”...
Octavia, trust me, you’re not the only person to think Stonehenge is bigger than it seems. You want huge though - swing north, really far north to Calanais on the Isle of Lewis or pop on down to Avebury in Wiltshire. Avebury is so fucking huge that it has a village in it.
Oh Shane. You slag.
You know, if you want to a, get out of Trumpland, b, go somewhere with excellent water and quality nibbles, and c, get free healthcare, you can always jump on a plane and come to Scotland. We’ve got our own Scottish Dark Sky Observatory, just down the road from Dalmellington in Ayrshire.
Fuck the Gulls. Do it like the Martians.
I don’t get Gushers. I mean, you’re willingly eating a sweet that sounds like a bad porn film. I don’t get the appeal.
Whole milk. I’d lose a finger if I suggested semi-skimmed.
It’s been years since I saw any shop in my town selling Big Red. It’s delicious.
Well now we all know that Pang belongs in a trailer park, chewing on his last tooth and barking at cars.
Yup. And the letter-writer can go get fisted by Satan.
Please. That cunt’s only sorry someone just so happened to get pictures/video. Fucking bastards.
She’s so much like her mother when she was that age that it’s scary. I predict we’re going to see a hell of a lot more from Miss Hawke...