Gemmill

Most of the people were lovely. We were in one place, properly off the beaten track, where it was basically someone's house and they served ribs and fries (and nothing else) and had live music. We asked one of the waitresses (who was part of the family that owned the place) at the end of the night about getting a taxi, and she disappeared and came back with her car keys and drove us back to the place we were staying. There's some sketchy parts of the big cities, as there is in any big city.

Limmy's obsession with proving that Cilla Black is a horrible person is one of the highlights of the last 12 to 18 months on the Internet.

"Legitimate concerns" isn't exactly jumping off the page here.

I did then click into your profile for a closer look btw, before ewerk does some sort of profile clicker search.

Picked it from the tiny avatar on my phone. I keep telling my lass I'm a super-recogniser. She just keeps on ignoring me.

No, it would have fallen off by now.

Is that a Lisa Loeb avatar, @Sonatine?

You looking out the window at the nosey cunts, are you, nosey cunt?

We need to get this done to save your face over the separate Marc Guehi thread, which I note you're too embarrassed to post this latest development in.

Protection. I've put a condom on my foot.

What's the P in price? I've so far managed only RIE.

Keith Floyd would have been fluent too, by the time he got halfway through his first recipe.

I've been to Tennessee, Mississippi, and Louisiana. Most of the people were lovely, but we did have some odd experiences. Plantation houses with whitewashed histories are fairly standard too. We stayed at the old Governor's house in Jackson, Mississippi, and the entire staff was black and dressed in like proper maid / butler gear. That felt weird. Mad situation at a blues club which I'm sure I've mentioned on here before where my lass came back from the toilet having been befriended by some women (she was Irish, they spotted the accent, and couldn't believe ANYONE from outside would visit this dive of a place). They took us over to their table of about 10 to 12, and NO FUCKER wanted us at that table. Culminated in some prick with a mullet going "We know why y'all are here..... It's to see if white folks and black folks really CAYYYYN get along." Like we were students during the civil rights movement or something. That was the end of us sitting at their table. Fucking weirdos.

Sat at the dinner table in a ghillie suit. "Do you HAVE to?!" "War doesn't work to your timetable, love."

It can't be broken cos it's basically not that sore at all. And I finished a run on it after I'd done it with limited discomfort. The start of the ballooning swelling was when the fucking in laws came around yesterday and we went out for Sunday lunch, so I had to stuff my baby elephant foot into a shoe. By the time I came home, I'd grown a full elephant foot.

The latest on my sprained ankle is that the bottom 1/4 of my leg and my foot look like something you'd see on My 600lb Life. My foot in particular looks like if someone filled a rubber glover with about 10 litres of water. So that's nice.

tbd is blatantly a prepper. Just moved out to a cottage in the sticks and now he's building an arsenal.

Awful. Nice article here from Atherton: https://www.thetimes.com/article/29b580ae-d265-4214-aaa4-d8d39f661f9f?shareToken=0d852e88e6c2f7029bdb5eb8825667b9

We got one of those heated clothes horse things where you put a cover over it. Otherwise the dryer would be on permanently and all of my clothes would come out of it in mothercare sizes.

Flag Football at the next Olympics in LA ffs. This is a game people play in the park

😭😭😭 BBC still the undisputed kings of the montage.

Whatever, Tackleberry.