Sorry. I've just got one more. It's The Blackening in dog form.I can’t handle the Jack as dog content, they’re too pure and already receive a bad press in the wider culture, they don’t need anymore bad PR![]()
Sorry. I've just got one more. It's The Blackening in dog form.I can’t handle the Jack as dog content, they’re too pure and already receive a bad press in the wider culture, they don’t need anymore bad PR![]()
Is that a Nickelback jumper that heavy metal grunge rocker Jack is sporting?![]()
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Those 2005 song lyrics are pretty prescient tho. No doubt teen goth/grunge ro-deee-oooo (darn tootin’) Jack took some life lessons from these fine psephologists.
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
Life hasn't turned out quite the way I wanted to be
This pic of Aunty Pat at the zoo watching the monkeys jack off sums up The Blackening perfectly. Silly tit.
I’d recognise a Nicholson shirt anywhere. Dead popular and, steel yourselves for this reveal, quite spenny item of the decidedly non-alternative youths in early 00s.Is that a Nickelback jumper that heavy metal grunge rocker Jack is sporting?![]()
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No wonder poor selfless Dave and Ev used to have to go up the attic and huddle round a shared can of cold beans.I’d recognise a Nicholson shirt anywhere. Dead popular and, steel yourselves for this reveal, quite spenny item of the decidedly non-alternative youths in early 00s.
Oh. . . . . Bless!Even in a mild winter, there are casualties like this lost migratory young one.
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Is that an Hungarian Puli?
STOPPIT!
Which of us wouldn't? <sigh>I would *taps the sign* ~literally~ give my life for a Hungarian Puli.
Stories From The Griftanation Trail.Was it this one?
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ETA: (That’s actually a real book! Probably not one about the world’s most delightful tiny pixie scampering whoreably adorably around the posher parts of Southend bothering the bins tho ).
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Look it up.Fraus, I have a confession. I don’t know what a carabiner is and I’m now afraid it’s too late to ask l.
Brilliant! My ill-timed tummy bug has finally cleared up so I'm more than ready for a do-over. How does tomorrow suit everyone?Absolutely not. We're still waiting for it to get started.
Calling funny funeral for the first time, dead utterly dead, I keep going back to sing it.I thought of This Is How You Remind Me...
Never made it as a wisemanthem
Icouldn'tcut it as a poormanthem stealing
Tired of livin' like a ADHD, RSA, ASD,blindmanthem
I'm sick of eating with a spoon these dayssightwithout a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
It's not like meyouto say sorry
I was makin' upwaitin'ona different story
This time you'reI'mmistaken
For handing you a crater of charred fragmentsheartworth breakin'
And I've never been wrong, I've been down, hanging on to sobriety by my fingertips
Been to the bottom of every bottle apart from gin which i don't like unless I say i do like it
These eightfivewords in my head
Scream, "Mark, I've got a job for you pal"Are we havin' fun yet?"
It's something you use to strain pasta HTHFraus, I have a confession. I don’t know what a carabiner is and I’m now afraid it’s too late to ask l.
Is this when your pasta has or hasn't been soaked for hours on hours on end?It's something you use to strain pasta HTH