How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.
How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.
I went to a party in the top bit once. It’s just a sort of empty corridor that you can hire. Amazing views down the river.
The man is in the wrong shoes both figuratively and literally. Literally just seems funnier sometimes.
I promise not to use the doorbell, instead I shall announce my arrival by throwing acorns at the door.
We were standing in the pub, and I’d just bought a round. I gave my mate a fresh pint, and like a complete piss head he let it slip through his fingers. It landed on the floor between us with a thunk, not a single drop spilled. It just nailed the landing, completely solid. Fucking witchcraft.
“Deny thy counter and refuse thy knife”
O cutting board, cutting board, wherefore art thou cutting board?
A girl sidled up to me at college when I was About 18 and just said “you have beautiful veins”