oh christ, now I've done it, said "right," I've summoned him haven't I
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*edit to get his name right lol. i always remembered it as a 0 not a o
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:23, archived)
it says everything that in the epic meltdown someone had, I genuinely forget who, listing in detail everything he hated about pretty much everyone, and gonz was also named in it, in the middle of the relentless flames and vitriol, with "bless you gonz you don't have a bad bone in your body"
from memory anyway something like that
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:48, archived)
like finding a happy little goat grazing quietly in the middle of a hellscape
the goat hasn't noticed the horrors around it
or, we interrupt this flameout for a brief moment of oxytocin
etc
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:50, archived)
'Apart from the bone in your brain, you spastic. Were you kept in a fridge whilst the other Jews went to school? Fucking hell mate.'
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:53, archived)
I hadn't retained that bit!!
wait a minute piss...
who are you? ...or, were you
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:55, archived)
*narrows eyes*
*drums fingers on table*
*drums mind on the delicate gaps between reality, the passing of time, who we each think we are and who we each thought we were going to be*
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 23:01, archived)
it's like fucking proust round here these days *weeps happily*
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:59, archived)
god though imagine fucking proust, what a nightmare
at least with the cork walls I suppose the bruising would be minimised
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- a traditional song, usually a lament, originating in the scottish highlands. First collected in Culpitcher's Book of Thairs (1798)
- to be either reluctant, or frightened; "he knew he must investigate the strange noises coming from the cellar, but he was thair to go in"
- oh idk who fucking cares another word for bumhole will that do send tweet
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:01, archived)
Collector/archivist of Scottish poetry and folk songs. Dryden expert. Editor of shitloads of classic Oxford University Press Austen, Dickens etc. Prof of English Lit at Swansea (where he was the sworn academic enemy of Kingsley Amis according to King-o's diary), turned down an Oxford chair in favour of Nottingham as he believed he'd be fewer restricted and (as my exhausted b3ta pals x sick to death of endless repetition) was the Sex Pistols' expert witness in the 'Bollocks Trial'
(, Wed 27 May 2026, 22:31, archived)
Thank you
right choice on oxon there imo, it's a cunt factory
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