Bitter old bats.

Sometimes a SIGAR is just a SIGAR -as established in Freud’s last session.

Right now, he’s mixing paint and saying “Don’t mix it dead! Never mix it dead!”

I got Terrorvision, which I did see (and enjoy) back in the jurassic VHS era. It is such an odd movie.

I like to think they first approached Klaus Kinski for the role and he told them to f**k off.

It’s always funny when people chanting “U.S.A.!” display an identical worldview to people who chant “DEATH TO U.S.A.!”

Let’s end it on this...

It’s actually triplets. Don’t forget the brother:

I give her points for antagonising a frenchman.

Congressman I-fellate-the-Club-For-Growth is the sensible alternative? American politics is funny.

Today you really can put an electric motor on every corner and a flat bed of batteries beneath the cabin, but I still wouldn’t get in something called ‘The Chemobile.’

It was fuckin’ obvious that that cunt was gonnae fuck some cunt.

Are the Nationals based in National City? Because if they are, then I know who can give them a good talking-to:

I think it’s so impressive that those innovative, caring and virile Airbus executives are doing the necessary calculations themselves. This ozone-studying eco-glider will reverse climate change! MEN IN SUITS CARE. THEY’VE GOT THIS. DON’T ASK QUESTIONS.

*Financing and remortgage sold separately.

Just read this out loud, Mr. Kerouac.

That fella is in no danger of being mistaken for a happy little elf.

Took me a minute, but I got there.

I wanna to run to yoooooooo, Reg Barclay!

She cannae take it, Captain!