Don’t worry - the next series has them edging closer to the late-80s. Which means, hopefully, at least one of the guys (please be Steve, please be Steve) will go the Full George Michael...
Don’t worry - the next series has them edging closer to the late-80s. Which means, hopefully, at least one of the guys (please be Steve, please be Steve) will go the Full George Michael...
Tell me you’re a Yank with zero experience cooking food beyond rehydrating ramen...
Haw! That lettuce gag was about Liz “Fuck me, it’s...” Truss - and she lasted for forty-four days. You lot can use it when this shit-show’s lasted longer than that. Now, get off my lawn!
You lot need salad. And, failing that, a Munchy Box.
Yeah, Matthew Bourne’s been doing that for around (checks notes) nearly thirty or so years. Come back when you’ve got something new to show the group.
Honestly, I giggled when I saw the photo at 21. American Born Chinese should be fun!
Oh, Laura. My sweet, simple fool.
Jesus fucking christ. It looks like we’ve found the only American who knows what vegetables look like.
What an incredible non-story, Audrey.
They’re probably all bought on hire-purchase or second-hand. That penis-headed fuckwit looks cheap as fuck.
He was pretty damned good in Blade Runner 2049. Far fucking better than Jared fucking Leto. I always wish they’d made Sylvia Hoeks’s character the main big bad - Leto’s just felt...very meh. But Bautista as Sapper was brilliant to watch.
Whoever came up with the ridiculous name for that Welsh Rarebit needs to stop snorting the kiddy paracetamol. Welsh Rarebit is...gorgeous. It’s elegant. It can be used as a suppertime snack, or an entree (appetizer in Basic) for dinner. If you leave it to go cold, you can pop it in a sock and whirl it about you as a…
You sing the song of my people and you know all the proper words. *approves in Scottish*
You wash your whore-mouth out with bleach. Aubrey “No One Cares” Plaza is too important for the likes of Bond. (At least, that’s what she tells herself)
Eh, I’m not a fan of mac ‘n’ cheese (the ‘n’ is what really makes it, you know. Like tuna ‘n’ sweetcorn...)
I will peel the skin from your cheesy hands, and feed it to your loved ones whilst I gift you a star, you magnificent fucker. BEGONE!
No more Korean dramas. They’re shite and I often feel my brains start to liquefy (I very nearly didn’t survive Coffee Prince, ffs) and ditto their music output. Likewise, take out a hit job on Aubrey fucking “one-note performance” Plaza. She’s shite as well.
That was my favourite episode as well. I liked the inevitable fan-wanking about why Hob doesn’t want to die or why he chooses to live. Just because everyone else is doing it doesn’t mean you have to!
That happened to a co-worker of mine about eight years ago. Viral infection, nearly died, spent two months in a coma, lost a scary - and I mean terrifying - amount of weight. He’s still struggling with the after-effects. Day he came back to work one of our less-stellar managers sashays up to him and trills “whatever…
I noticed the “what about” trolls and fuckwits were out in force the other day on various news sites as well. The difference between this fucker and Epstein is that Epstein’s dead. Tate, unfortunately, is not.