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You hate the taste of mint humbugs, but you eat them because they look like baby tapirs. And those fuckers should know their place.
WAKING up with a hangover, I look back on the past two days. The furore began when CCTV emerged of me masturbating furiously in front of a statue of the Virgin Mary. I will admit that looked bad.
HEY y'all, it’s your girl Lizzo. Music icon. Boss bitch. Plus-size goddess. Frequent patron of Tesco on Clifford Bridge Road in Coventry. So let me ask you this – d'you need anything picking up?
BRITAIN is due a general election this year and you’re overdue a bout of bedroom activity. But given widespread reluctance to call either, which will happen first?
A PATRIOT outraged by the Team GB flag would still give it one if it gave him the eye, he had admitted.
It’s not just Easter eggs you should keep away from dogs. They should also be discouraged from consuming an entire Simnel cake.
WAKING in John O’ Groats, after having aided my repose with several bottles of malt whisky, I reflect on the events that led me to isolation in the far North.
IF your child attends a comprehensive school, you have given up on them. You have decided hosing shit off roads for a job is all they can aspire to. And I respect that.
A MAN is unsure whether he had a great time last night or if he was just pissed, it has emerged.
FOR every act that conveyed their modest backgrounds with aplomb, some bands fetishised them to the point of embarrassment. Like these.