I think you’re referring to Dennis Skinner, who is actually MP for Bolsover (he’s known as the Beast of Bolsover) which is not far from me in the East Midlands in England. It’s actually a strong Derbyshire accent you’re hearing. He’s blooming marvellous. :)
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Heh. Not so lucky then, eh?
Apparently the baby thing wore Crocs on his feet so everyone over here is losing their shit right now and buying them up.
I reckon it’s because you can deal with people’s bullshit in a chilled sort of way if your blood is always like 95% gin and tonic.
This might make people think bad of me I don’t know, but I feel a little sad for her.
If it helps (it probably won’t, I’ve been told meat is delicious) I have never even meat (or fish) in my life, and it’s pretty easy to do these days. Meat alternatives abound. And I don’t miss it, but I guess it’s hard to miss something you never had.
Maybe they were talking about their friend, first name Queen last name Elizabrth. This could all be a terrible misunderstanding stemming from people who do not know how to name their children in a sane manner.
My science could very well be wrong (I didn’t go to high school much, I thought I was above that sort of thing lol) but can’t you get twins out of one fertilised egg? I thought that’s how you got identical twins.
I guess there might be some people in the world who look like this ‘naturally’- as in they eat enough every day to not be malnourished. But I don’t think there are many,
HERES MY VERY GOOD THEORY (you are all welcome)
I don’t know if this counts but once I was in a Debenhams cafe in Mansfield (Nottinghamshire- East Midlands, England) about 10 years ago now, and Uri Gellar was, randomly, in front of me in the queue. He was having a go at some serving woman for not having the right paninis or not cooking it quickly enough or…
Everyone on Gawker’s post seem to be siding with the shouty woman as though the customer deserved that. :/
God damn it Wales, don’t make me come down there!
I guess the fact that the place is called ‘Pop-eyes’ should have told me something about it’s culinary quality lol.
I was one of these little shits when I was a kid. I used to leave the ‘crusts’ on everything. Crackers. Bagels. Crustless bread (yes really). Crumpets. CRUMPETS DON’T HAVE CRUSTS, CHILD ME! God damn it.
Is chicken that delicious then? I’ve never eaten it. I feel like you should only really get that ‘high as f***’ expression when eating something with chocolate cookie dough in it.
Please tell me one of them is Freddie Prinz Jr. HE CAN MAKE MADELEINES.
Every morning I wake up, hoping, but alas I am still not Beyonce. Curse the gods.
I want to watch this and it won’t let me because apparently I’m in the WRONG COUNTRY. *tantrum*
I know I am a very uptight person but I really don’t think running up to people and kissing them is...well, okay. I sound like a right party pooper I guess, but if someone tried to kiss me out of the blue like that I’d probably bite/slap (both?) them.