The supporters were good again this month.

You realise it's just the cleaners changing it around to mess with you, don't you?

Easier to monitise a YouTube video than a blog post. We should probably be thankful for that, otherwise we'd have loads of blogs starting out "today's post is sponsored by SquarespaceWarThunderVPN".

That's all the recommendation I need.

Just spread the rumour that he said that to you.

Well, by the rules of the OP you must be the 3rd Earl of Windom, own 4/5ths of Cheshire and be in a feud with several members of the House of Lords.

This reads more like it was written by a parent disappointed in their children.

I neither skip nor know what Better Help is. I must be proper common. Or a Viscount.

I've heard that said a lot.

I tried that. No-one really believed that I'd accidentally mistyped "account" as "oh, will you all just fuck off, you useless bunch of bastards".

"Let's agree to disagree" = "You're a collosal twat. Everything you've said is demonstrably wrong. I hate you and everything you hold dear. I wish nothing but misfortune in your life. However, I'm tired of dealing with your bullshit so I'm going to tap out and make you think your view is valid"

Forget the landlordy stuff, I want to know about this little industry that exists purely around a single mailing list.

Some friends of mine once chartered a plane to go from Manchester to Southampton to watch a football match. I think it was around half what train and hotel for three of them would've been.

If reading anon opinion and fesshole have taught me one thing, it's that the dishwasher people love their dishwasher with an almost religious religious fervour. Probably love it more than their own family.

I always thought they'd make a great vehicle for a Bond villain. Just imagine the bow opening to reveal a stupidly large railgun, and a swarm of laser equipped drones taking off from the stern. Then it slips off, stealthily, into the darkness of the ocean.

I suppose if the kitchen sofa is a thing then the kitchen toilet can be too. Or they live in the Flanders' house that the people of Springfield built for him when theirs was destroyed.

That's a level of laziness I think we can all aspire to...

How do you write three pages about a broken bit of pavement? Either she's writing in huge letters or she's going for the Grampa Simpson approach and just waffling about the time she wore an onion on her belt.