Na.  It’s not as over-whored as sriracha.

*fetches the large bottle of single malt*  Looks like we’re getting smashed tonight!

Mate, that’s something I’d put on my cat to piss him off.  Away with your devilry!  

*snerk*

I was hoping for a boil pizza.  Curse you!

A fucking ribbon?  What the Pollyanna hell is this?  Ribbons around necks belong in some crappy BDSM novel, not a workplace.  Dear christ...

Oh good, I thought I was the only one who cringed at that.  Bloody Americans. I’m amazed she didn’t catapult some Basic Becky Dressing, aka Ranch, onto it as well.

Ah, This Morning. Ever since Phil and Holly took over presenting, it’s been a source of hilarity. Not like that patronising morning drivel you get over the Pond...

But is it the stuff that makes your hated coworker nearly shit himself to death?  Fun times, people, fun times...

But is it the stuff that makes your hated coworker nearly shit himself to death?  Fun times, people, fun times...

*pops on some Goldfrapp*

Where do you think you got it from, eh?  

Pshaw.  Typical Friday night street scene in any city in the UK.  

Remind me again, someone - what is the point in Armie Hammer?

Yeah, I’m still holding out to see what Motorola have up their sleeves with their rumoured RAZR relaunch. I’ve heard that they’ve cracked the folding screen/mechanism dilemma and if it is going to be a potential return to the good old clamshell body (thus negating the need for a case), then I’d be willing to throw my…

Yup. Dickhead Dorsey redesigned it so that certain extensions (my troll-checker, Adblock and Twitter Guff - a brilliant wee extension that blocked the stupid “trending topics” and “who to follow” shite) wouldn’t work.

Well, I tittered.  YOLO, honey, YOLO.

Nancy, honey, from a fellow white person?

Must admit, I do tend to get psychotic tendencies regarding Craft Beer Bros.  There is a reason why they stopped serving beer in glass pints, you know...

We’re just pathetic, old chap.

I don’t understand why you’d consider a hot dog not to be a sandwich. Yes, it looks like a lopped off dick drained of all blood (and skinned), but it’s usually found served up between two halves of a bun and decorated with (this is going by Mr Vinegar’s opinion) some caramelised slow-cooked onions dusted with cayenne…