SKATE 2 had a totally banging soundtrack. No Swift. She has a terrible reach into the skate game history books.
SKATE 2 had a totally banging soundtrack. No Swift. She has a terrible reach into the skate game history books.
I reckon you can still do it. Buying lumps of sawn hardwood is expensive, but if you start looking for what people throw away you can do it. You can find hardwood that is completely illegal to cut and sell these days if you look for mid century furniture that’s getting thrown out. Or softwoods. You’re not stupid, and you can carve if you want to.
A girl sidled up to me at college when I was About 18 and just said “you have beautiful veins”
The persistent bullshit cuntery is exhausting. This feels like a tactic, trumpian relentless attention grabbing. Fuck him.
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Very interesting! I got 100% Green Party. I don’t feel like I can risk eroding the Labour vote though.
How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.
Feels like a super power when you’re scuba diving and you see all the other divers holding their noses!
I went to a party in the top bit once. It’s just a sort of empty corridor that you can hire. Amazing views down the river.
The man is in the wrong shoes both figuratively and literally. Literally just seems funnier sometimes.
Seeing that you’re in the UK I recommend Facetheory. Good products and there’s always an offer code for 20% off. https://www.facetheory.com/
I’d add Hey Duggee! It’s a BBC CBeebies thing, me and my kids loved it pre - Bluey, and it still hits a spot.
He’s right. Get rid of the Tories, then apply pressure to Labour. It’s the only viable option. If anyone has any suggestions on a realistic alternative I’d love to hear it.
One evening I built a campfire to keep warm on the banks of a river in southern France. As the fire got going, millions of moths poured from the trees into the flames. As the numbers increased the flames leapt higher, and the moths became the fuel. The horror, the horror…
We were standing in the pub, and I’d just bought a round. I gave my mate a fresh pint, and like a complete piss head he let it slip through his fingers. It landed on the floor between us with a thunk, not a single drop spilled. It just nailed the landing, completely solid. Fucking witchcraft.
“Deny thy counter and refuse thy knife”
O cutting board, cutting board, wherefore art thou cutting board?
‘Oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clements’ but like it’s from the minaret of a mosque run by the hard of hearing. It’s aggressive.