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Those of a nervous disposition may wish to look away. Lock all pets indoors and close all windows. Gather your loved ones together for safety and comfort at this time.
Jordan Archer, our Reserve Keeper Of Hearts, is gone.
From a safety point of view, I think this has to be taken seriously. Most of us here have played or have kids that do - we owe it to all concerned to have a proper look at this.
When will the government do something about the scourge of trouncing in our public parks!? Trouncers walking around free to trounce again?! Broken Britain! We're going to hell in a hand-cart... etc etc.
Enjoyed the write up. For what it's worth, I thought D just about nailed it for me. Before our Lords and masters decided to change GCSE grades from A*-G to 9-1 (not bad odds), a D was worth 50% to 59%. And that's pretty much where I see Begovic's performance over the season. It's a pass but it's below the standard you'd want, ideally.
I believe he may be quoting the 18th century Dorsetshire empiricist, Jethro Pharkinell, whose treatise 'Garn, y'barst, er'll rip yer' discussed the nature of universal absolutes in the light of Hume's metaphysics. It was famous for the aphorism 'Moi arrse's, too arrs'.
Mind you, I'm nowhere near drunk enough to translate in full.
'Army's on ecstasy, so they say. Read all about it in USA Today. They brought in urine testing to make it go away 'Cause it's hard to kill the enemy on ol' MDMA.. '
Wax your chest, put on a mankini and sing a traditional Irish hard-core gabba techno song about missing your best mate's dog's birthday. I reckon you'd make the top 10 at least.
Can't wait for the episode of 'Supernatural' where they interview witnesses who swear blind they saw an apparition in hoops seemingly taking part in matches at Loftus Road between 2021 and January 2024.
Ladies, Gentlemen and dogs pretending to be people, I give you Les Claypool, Larry 'Ler' Lalonde and Tim 'Herb' Alexander - the one, the only, Primus.
Claypool is a fcuking genius. A bona fide, modern day idiot savant with moondust on his fingers and dodgy wiring upstairs. I love that man. Latest album/ EP is called Conspiranoid and it is glorious but 'Jerry' just lights up my brain. 'Dog will hunt...!'
Eurovision is brilliant. End of. Went to Lisbon to see it a few years ago and it was just fantastic. From what I've seen so far, Croatia's 'Rammstein-lite' schtick is the one to beat.
Can you imagine what they could do with, say, the value of one part-used Taylor Richards? Or a single Tyler Roberts? If that doesn't boil our collective piss, then it fcuking well should.