Hold my flashbang, I'm going in!
Reminds me of one of the teenage scrotes from where I grew up who somehow managed to nick a chequebook.
The kid went into an audio/video specialist in town and wrote a cheque for a high end TV. This was back when TVs were all using cathode-ray tubes and were bloody heavy. The guy in the shop offered to deliver it. So our plucky hero gave him his name and address.
The police were waiting for him by the time he got home.
I think it's a 'q'.
Tommy Cooper. A bit old school these days but a funny guy. He specialised in doing magic tricks badly for comedic effect, so when he died people really thought it was part of the show.
Here's a classic: Spoon jar jar spoon.
My mother once answered the door to some Jehovah's Witnesses on her knees and brandishing a huge pair of upholstery scissors (she was trimming a bit of carpet).
Their faith was clearly tested and I can only assume they failed the test since they hummed and hawwed and said something about coming back later but never did.
(I hope this is okay, mods.)
Speaking as someone who is in no way an authority on anything, I'd say this fails the 'shits and giggles' validity test for 'casual', and therefore similar posts should be discouraged in the future. That said, it's all cool, I should just shut my yap, and it'll only be a problem if we get inundated with requests for jobs from fleeing sceptics.
Plus, also, best of luck in your move. We have a small handful of absolute arseholes over here who are anti-queer but for the most part people don't really mind what your sexual orientation is as long as you keep it off the top deck of a 91 bus between Kingsway and Crouch End.
“Jesus tags in Herod the Great! Herod’s climbing the turnbuckles… he’s on the top rope… pauses a moment to get the crowd behind him… oh, he’s going for the elbow drop on Methuselah…!”
Did anyone see the interview with one of his victims on Good Morning Britain this morning? Christ on a bike. The guy said, in a matter-of-fact sort of way that Smyth used to cane him on the arse a couple of hundred lashes once a week or so and he had to wear nappies because of the blood.
So you're trying sweet fuck all and that's not working out for you. What's your Plan B? Just bitching about it?
You're the one missing the point. You can make your life better. You are choosing not to. Your loss.
Well, shit, that's the platform dead to me then!
Pffft. Hendo's is better.