It gets worse
My brother used to have this greatcoat with him, in which lived this rat called Wocket.

One of my fondest memories is getting into a slightly upper market art opening, pinching lots of bottles of red and lying in the gutter with little bro feeding this rat caviar and smoked salmon... how did I get so square, man?
(pizzaforcat ate some cement and HARDENED the FUCK UP on, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 0:51, 1 reply)

As in
"There's a Wocket in my Pocket"?...

Just been reading that to my son.

Ace.
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Thu 11 Dec 2008, 8:36, closed)