Whatever the fuck the Pet Shop Boys were wearing on Sunday night
produced my last "what the actual fuck?" moment.

Alt: many types have their merits. I had some Monster Munch at the pub only last night, and I'm sure pickled onion have got less pickley.

AltAlt: Nothing. I'm not a wobblewhale.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:05, 2 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

I had an apple does that make me a wobble whale?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:06, Reply)

no, but I wouldn't consider the eating of fruit during the day
needed relating to a particular "extra mealtime"
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:09, Reply)

Seeing Russel Brand singing "I am the Walrus" did for me.
The fact that he then demonstrated he was miming halfway through spoiled it even more.
( Bazongaloid, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:07, Reply)

Yeah, it was nice of them to dig up Lennon just to shit all over his corpse, I thought.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:11, Reply)

at least he got to pretend to sing, norman cook could only half pretend to play his own song on a cd player
gutted
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Wed 15 Aug 2012, 11:13, Reply)