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 12 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)