I love the Feasters Microwave BBQ Rib Sandwich. Sweet sweet barbecue sauce.
Musically I quite like an emo boyband called Elliott Minor to my eternal shame.

I honestly can't think of a film I like that is generally rubbished.

Afternoon gossoons and scofflaws, I am being terribly good at work so they'll let me work from home at some point. Thus no b3ta except at lunchtime.

Although the latest rumour is that our office will be moved into the town centre, making it probably walking distance for me. That would make it difficult to build a case for home working, I reckon.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:28, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

Elliot Minor?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:29, Reply)

Feasters? Is that like Rustlers?
Also, guilty pleasures are one thing. Eating a foodstuff that's wronger than fisting a shit-soaked vole is quite another, young man.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:30, Reply)

They are a rather excellent hangover cure.

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:33, Reply)

So is throwing your ring up, but that doesn't make it pleasant.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:35, Reply)

That only makes you feel better for a few minutes
Although I'm unsure why...
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:39, Reply)

Vomiting is a painful but excellent hangover cure

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 13:56, Reply)

Feasters came along and copied Rustlers I think
and they're slightly less.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 14:03, Reply)