The entire internet is actually just countless millions of baldmonkeys,
fatly, sweatily, ballbagishly and lolwakily hammering away on their grease-patina'd keyboards, day and night, year in, year out.

It's like some Lovecraftian vision of the fundamentally meaningless and inconceivable horror at the core of reality.
( Mr. Tea burying dead greyhounds without a licence since, Thu 28 Jun 2012, 12:55, archived)

set in grimsby

( mark morrisons prison shoes like a metrosexual bellend or something, Thu 28 Jun 2012, 13:01, archived)

Too far, man, too far. :(

( Mr. Tea burying dead greyhounds without a licence since, Thu 28 Jun 2012, 14:27, archived)