What, that saxophone player didn’t tip them off, LOL?

Get out, get out, get out, get out, get the fuck out.  

Well, at least we know the cod piece is almost true-to-scale.  *sporfle*

With Andor you’re spoiled for choice when it comes to memorable scenes (the entire heist scene, the star destroyer coming over the landscape - as someone who knows that area of Scotland pretty well, that was a “fuck me” moment - and the various monologues/speeches were all exceptional) but, yeah, Luthen’s verbal assaul…

LOL, it looks like a hand-made Crunchie or Violet Crumble* if you’re Australian/Kiwi.

You people need Greggs. Their stuff doesn’t make you shit yourself or make you think you’re eating shit. Plus they have vegan stuff now for the fussy eaters (shush yourselves, veganoids before I unleash the mungbean farts right back at you...)

*le sigh*

Ethan Hawke.  It’ll be Ethan Hawke.  

“In my research, I learned that surgeons use local anesthesia for buccal fat removal, and the patient remains awake while their fat pads are cut from their face.”

Right, okay, so Cavill’s not doing Superman.  Can we get him to play Bond now?  He was tipped for the role before Craig got it so we know someone’s interested in casting him.

Na, I don’t think he’d do that - the fact that Netflix were being accused of being shitty about The Witcher source material was enough to make Cavill decide it wasn’t for him (once a geek, always a geek).  Plus, the Lesser Hemsworth is enough to drag in the thirsty whores, aka Ageing Millennials.  

Can I use a cheeseball as an impromptu cannonball to remove all who displease me?

I don’t get the snobbery about people ordering in food for Christmas. No, actually, it pisses me the fuck off.  So what if it’s not home-made? Do we all know how to make a pizza from scratch? Bread? Curry? Do we know how to fillet a fish and gut a fucking chicken? No, you don’t. So don’t be a dick to those who…

Oh this looks like hot shit. Also, why does she dance like a stripper auditioning for a K-Pop girl group?

We’ve still got the Roast Chook Tit on the menu, Brianna.  Come to the UK, where our salads won’t kill you!  Also, we can force-feed you haggis and jellied eels!  

Dig that crockery.  It’s like something out of Liberace’s nightmares.

That’s disgusting.  They should have a universal price policy depending on the state and adjust it within an acceptable tolerance.  Food deserts aren’t just limited to urban areas.

If you sprinkle a shit-load of cheese and mushroom soup on it, it can be any Mid-Western slapper’s casserole!

I sent that picture to my Grandmothers for their opinion. My Granny just, well, cackled in a very-evil Scottish sort of way (think Macbeth but with better dentistry) and my Grandmother told me that I’m excluded from the family Will. So there’s that then.

I wonder if that’s supposed to gravy.  Not Murkan-style hot horse jizz, but the brown gravy stuff.  It looks rank anyway.