Hossenfeffer

I mean, I don't disagree with the sentiment, but usually the last thing they shot is dead by this point. I think they'd do ok.

Buncha weirdoes ITT. As soon as I get in the door, my house or yours, you can bet I'm stripping down to *just* my shoes and nothing else.

"... and that's why I need you to take the power plant offline."

Fuk yehh!

Pol Pot was further back on that road.

compo face

1 star: it failed to properly cleanse me when I used it for an enema.

Mine is a composite smell of my grandfather's shed: soil, and sawdust, and wood glue, and petrol, and pipe smoke, and whisky. He was a keen gardener and would often spend the afternoon pottering around the garden, tending to his veggies or flowerbeds or mowing the lawn, then wind up for an hour or so in the shed, sitting on a deck chair and smoking his pipe (or occasionally a cigar) and drinking single malt whisky. Sometimes he'd be reading the paper, sometimes looking through the notebooks he filled with plans and notes about the garden, sometimes just looking out across the garden and being content. I never got into gardening, but I did love to find him at the end of a day at school and just hang out with him in the shed. Often we wouldn't talk, he'd read the paper and I'd read The Beano. I learned companionable silence from him. Sometimes I'll catch one of those smells and it takes me right back, over 50 years ago, to that shed and makes me feel safe and warm and happy.

I don't know who Cave Johnson is so I had to imagine it being read by Dwayne Johnson which didn't really add anything.

Coming soon to a movie theatre near you. And every streaming service. And as an unskipable 3hr 30min ad on Youtube. And as part of the start-up routine of Windows 12.

INT. FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE - DAY

                    JOHN RAMBO
"Cap, these woke, gay immigrants want to stop generative AI. We have to stop them."

                    BATMAN
"Rambo's right, and these disabled lesbian Democrat voters will stop at nothing. They must be detained, processed and, where necessary - which is always - terminated."

                    INDIANA JONES
"Agreed, Batman. We absolutely have to protect our billionaires' wealth and their way of life. We've got might on our side. I know Hunt, McClane, and Reacher are in and, all the way from across the pond, so is Bond. And Harry Potter. But do we have Bourne and Skywalker?"

                    CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS MODEL 101 [AKA THE TERMINATOR]
"Affirmative. Both have answered the call! And we have Toretto and Blade."

                    HANNIBAL LECTER
"Wait. Toretto and Blade are both... un-white."

Bloodywood - Gaddaar because it absolutely slaps, or maybe Sardaar Ji because I can't hear it without thinking of this Bhangra group and they make me smile.

Lots of Central / Latin American modern stuff as well like Donde Nací by Orishas, which is also a feel good kind of sound.

Also, make sure you’re dressed like Goofy.

Recognise a fair few that have been mentioned. Oh, also that Hossenfeffer chap but he's nowhere near as funny as he thinks he is.

01 811 8055 If you know, you know.

The nature of monkey is irrepressible!

Can he prove it? Has he done a DNA test? Yeah, that's what I thought. Fridge Wanker.

Chosen the wrong knife to carve that. *missing the point*

Banana for… scale?

Well, there are private roads, but in this case it’s metaphorical road.

Such fun, humiliating people for no reason!

I suspect the confrontational misspelling was censored. Mardering!

“Do not take roads traveled by the public.” Sorry, was I supposed to post a joke answer?

Top username for a Scot. Well played, mate.

Packing chips to make sure the air reaches you unbroken.

I don’t have a problem with ghost kitchens. The best Indian takeaway (by far) near me doesn’t have a restaurant, they’re delivery (or collection) only. The curries are superb, and the prices are decent, presumably because they don’t have the overheads of a restaurant, waiters, bar staff, tables, chairs, linens, crockery, cutlery. And I’d rather ghost kitchens existed than find myself sitting in a real restaurant, waiting for my food, while a constant stream of helmet-wearing moped riders come in and get priority.

Tell him turn up to the ribbon cutting, try the dairy free ice cream, say"Christ that’s rank!" and then vomit on the CEO’s shoes. Problem solved.