It’s bollocks, not bullocks.
It’s bollocks, not bullocks.
Badly executed secondary double glazing.
Yes they do.
In 1976 the UK had a drought summer, and one of the side effects was a boom in the number of ladybirds (ladybugs to USAians). I can confirm that those fuckers bite. And these are the common-or-garden European ones, not the Asian ones. Not so cute now, eh?
Have you ever eaten one? They are god’s food. They are so light - and crumbly and flaky - that they melt deliciously in your mouth. If they were solid they’d be rubbish. So yes, they knew what they were doing when they made that the tag line. Along with the phallic imagery.
He used that sword to open his local village community shop. By cutting a string of sausages across the entrance. Love it!
Nope. He just made a lot of them, so there are a lot of Fowler engines still around, especially at these fairs:
‘and eventually it became that rare brand—like aspirin—that had crossed over into the everyday lexicon’