The pastel emus at Knucklebump Farm?

Do these awful little nazi fanciers not have grandparents/great-grandparents who did, in fact, kill fucking Nazis? There are people missing from my family who fucking died fighting Nazis.

I’ve got the most recent episode sitting there, because I’m saving it.

Gerald: Nasty, but I ate that plant.

Gerald: I told you, I’m eating this plant.

Alas, nowhere near a station. I also almost choked when I found out a Saturday Mirror is now £2.90!

Good thing he’s so gorgeous.

He retroactively deserves it for how much it eats at Trump.

Oh, no! House of Ludington is a treasure.

It’s a bit maddening, isn’t it? You’d think with everything being plugged into a sat nav it would be easier.

He is very comfy!

Neighbourliness for the win!

Final update: There is a similar address about 1/4 mile from us. The fella who lives at the similar address appeared with my shelf at around 7 pm last night. All is well, and this is clearly good karma for my past deliveries of other people’s packages to my house. We were effusively grateful.

The leadership isn't the problem, with Labour. It's the symptom.

The people really running it aren't high profile, it's the Akehursts etc. if you dropped Starmer down a well & replaced him with Burnham tomorrow, they would destroy his career just as they did Corbyn's, and install another Starmer.

My dining room is the colour of the year. It’s green and the paint was expensive and I am up a ladder risking my life to make it all happen and I certainly wouldn’t do that for mere white paint. Green it is, ideally olive.

I’m pretty sure the gold shit in the Oval Office has sticky back, so it’ll probably peel right off.

Albert still wants nothing but good things for you.