His whole stinking schtick is harassment. I know that's the world's least original observation, but fuuuuuck.

I honestly thought these posts must be jokes out of context. But no. These people are deadly earnest. I suppose the insistence on the exact shade of brown to indicate their not-racism is slightly funny. And it's natural to fear the night sky, because right thinking white people have never seen it.

Yeah, I had a quick, peer-behind-my-fingers look at a Reform-y FB post last night, and most of them thought all this was scraping the bottom of the barrel (sorry, scrappin the barell) because they were all racist kids too, which was obviously perfectly normal.

You could get sort of cosy in the end, but Jack Frost would be waiting if you moved a muscle. Not good for those of us with pea-sized bladders.
Still, at least we knew how to set up and light a coal fire. Good old days.

The council put in central heating in our house during my first term away at university, which was just as well, because I was very quick to acclimatise to sleeping in a room with a radiator and no ice on the inside of the window.
Sometimes my dad even let us have the radiators on.

Then we are both happy.

I won't offer to swap.

Beautiful smooth malt. Best of gear.

Silly girl, working on biodiversity* at one of the world's most prestigious universities, when she could be fucking a bunch of incels.
*I don't actually understand what she does, but I can read words. Micropenis guys can't even manage that.

Once on my birthday I thought a pub sized Bailey's in my lunch hour would be a tiny cheer-me-up before heading back to the office. The kid serving clearly thought the same as you, and poured me about half a pint of the stuff, as if it was a milkshake. Just as well I got the bus to work.

You'd better watch yourself. He's all muscly now, and won't put up with disrespect.

3,000 members? The people at Minelab must be happy. I don't see what anyone else gets out of it. Imagine the carnage at rallies, and the scramble to talk to the FLO, poor sod.

Crikey, where do they go for their Christmas bash?

Stuey really likes his MSG.

Please respect the bear's privacy at this difficult time.

Thanks for the alert. I pressed play immediately.