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Trump? Again? WTAF!!
Having just been informed that a large, ginger ape with serious boundary issues, is once again the doofus POTUS, I find myself, not for the first time, revisiting the idea that this, this universe we live in, is indeed a simulation. (I know I’m late to this information, but I don’t follow the news or…
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Dinnae Nae Go Dae Dem Drugs Neebs.
Marc Bolan of T-Rex demonstrating why drugs and rock and roll don’t always mix well.
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A Dream’s Wake.
A poem without toes.
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Walking in the Cold.
Snow can be heartless.
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A Bike Ride in a Nutshell.
8 hours of off road cycling condensed into a handful of words and pictures.
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Random Voices 3: This Time They’re Croaky.
Sometimes the random voices come to me mid-afternoon; lunchtime, maybe half one, replete with a plateful of hot, buttered crumpets. They try to convince me to become a Seventh Day Adventist, take up rollerblading and invest in pork belly futures. It never works, even with the crumpet bribe.
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The Sad Tale of the Last Teabag.
Does anyone ever use the last one? Have the same ‘last bags’ been around since the dawn of time? Did Alexander the Great once look in his tea chest, see one sad little bag and immediately rush off to the shops for more?
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The Fart Truck Cometh.
None can escape its evil wheels. Wheels that go round and round. Wheels that smell like ass.
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Sooty Gas.
Sooty and the crew. Where are they now?
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Marmalade.
Beak or lips? Who knows? Probably someone but not me. Either way they’re adept at using those things that help you get lids off jars. You know the ones. Your Gran probably has one somewhere,