He needs to rot in hell. I’ve been following this story on multiple outlets since it first “came up” (but, those of us who used the Net way back in the 1990s heard the “rumours” and “allegations”, didn’t we?) and I’d hoped he’d be found guilty. What he did was despicable - that’s the politest word I can use to…

You’re welcome to keep it.

You’re welcome to keep it.

For me, it’s three - plum sauce, sweet chilli sauce and HP sauce.  Ranch tastes like Donald Trump’s fermented jizz.

For me, it’s three - plum sauce, sweet chilli sauce and HP sauce.  Ranch tastes like Donald Trump’s fermented jizz.

Probably the man and woman sitting on opposite sides of the plane - and poor wee me in the middle - flirting. At one point, he fellated a bread roll and she did something truly unmentionable with a pot of chocolate pudding.

Ah, flight attendants.  You hand out nuts and scrub the lavvy when no one’s watching, dears.  You can drop the attitude.

I shall smugly announce that the Golden Retriever is a Scottish breed and we have a history of breeding friendly and daft dugs. You want basic bitch, however?  Go to the Labrador or those ugly little inbred mutants, the French Bulldog.  Goldens rule!  Wuff!

*vicious face-palm*

In my mind, there’s too much whining about what he did and questionable remarks about “Privilege” (cunt, please). There isn’t enough being said about what sparked the why. He took action after the building owners removed an earlier memorial because they were sick and tired of being quizzed about the building’s past in…

The only thing I’ve never liked about the current Air Force One livery is the font.  It looks cheap.  As for Trump Farce One - I recommend that the USA say “aye, okay you orange abortion, we’ll do it for you” and then quickly fucking ditch it as soon as that clown farts out of office.

Pistachio.  Cannot stand the wee fucknuggets in their nutty form, but, my god, pistachio ice cream?  Good god yes.

Ah, the piss-slit.  I called him that once on Twitter, got blocked.  We shall mock him.  

Well, he is named after a Florida backwater.  What did you expect?

*files claws*

As a Brit, I’ll stick to the vegan sausage rolls from Greggs.  Every time you eat one of those, a Boomer explodes in indignation...

“Italian” variety?  Oh, jesus effing christ.

That’s so...beige.  *fetches bag of salad*

That party at Uni that cemented the idea in my mind (and at least a dozen others) that the Big Man On Campus (yes, we have those here in Scotland!) was a potential rapey bastard. Note of caution, people - when the host of your party insists on the men dressing up as jockeys and the women as horses/ponies for a Grand…

Love, love, love Old Bay.  We don’t often see it over here in the UK, but I came across it in a workmate’s kitchen (don’t worry, I was invited in and yes, his plates were fucking manky), tried it on cheese on toast - aka, the proper grilled cheese.  Come at me.  I’m Scottish, I’m grumpy and I have access to explosive…

Eh, every time I’m given one of those fucking tokens, I’m going to make sure it goes straight into the nearest charity box.  

Actual Scot here. Not one of those “my great-great-granny was Agnes McScoosh from Auchenshoogleyergrannie!” or one of those utter wankstains who insist on wearing those stupid kilts with a “modesty strap” (die. Just die). And all I will say is this: don’t be a dick when serving your haggis and insist on pipe band…