My dad bought my grandad 6 hens a few months ago. Grandad rang up today "They're still not bloody laying, these hens."
Dad goes round, they're actually cockerels. Six absolute units just been battering fuck out of each other for months. Feathers everywhere. Not an egg in sight.
My one thought on Karen Bradley this morning.
It’s one fairly extraordinary thing not to know NI politics is split on the national question before becoming SoS.
It’s quite another entirely to admit that in an interview. Raises a few questions over her political judgement.
Man who believes he’s on a mission from God to save the human race because a talking snake once gave a lady a magic apple says you’re mentally ill if you fancy someone with the same parts as you.
It’s both confusing and infuriating when someone repeats your mobile number back to you with the pauses in different places. Surely 5-3-3 the only acceptable formation?
When a tattoo is laser-removed, it is broken down so that white blood cells are able to remove it, and it is then passed as excrement. You poop out your tattoos.