Can you smell it? It’s just like a really nasty smell. Can’t you smell it?
Can you smell it? I can smell it.
Is there a window open somewhere? Smells like it’s coming in from outside. Poo, it’s horrible.
Do you mean to tell me nobody can smell a smell?? What’s wrong with you people??
Update:
Sorry, it looks like there’s a tuna sandwich under my desk.
Be honest: isn’t this something every man’s done from time to time?
When officers had turned up to investigate they found Batchelor still partially dressed and with his flimsy thong on the wrong way round.
It’s so easily done, and after a few cans of Special Brew I’m told the chafing just doesn’t reach the brain. There are hospitals in Glasgow that specialise in reattaching testicles after just such incidents.
To the untrained eye, just two ordinary guys. Can you spot which one has his thong on back-to-front?
A wise man once said: men blog; boys just post up other people’s videos off YouTube. I think it might have been Karl Marx.
Well I simply say: Karl Marx, you’re full of shit.
And shortly after that I say: here you go, have another YouTube video.
If all music videos were done by Adam Buxton and based on a flimsy pun, I suspect I’d watch more MTV.
“Are bloggers blogging themselves to death?” asks the Guardian.
I’m pretty sure I’m not.
A blogger blogging himself to death, yesterday