Tougher English language standards would make life deeply problematic for Lee Anderson.
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Tougher English language standards would make life deeply problematic for Lee Anderson.
They've done a swift deal with Disney for the animatronic, which is being programmed as we speak.
Roomy.
The omelette bar at Bedminster.
There's no 'if' about it.
Brenda Fricker nailed it: "When you're collecting an Oscar, you're British; if you're drunk at an airport, you're Irish."
Of which company is he "millionaire CEO"? I ask merely so that we can doxx him, and if necessary, boycott them into oblivion.
Well, I bow to no one but Lorenz Hart on this particular altar. He twisted the language and the universe to make them work.
[a] There's always been something seriously wrong with this prick, and [b] he didn't tweet this.
I've run up against certain upper class twats who've used the latter pronunciation. It has to be said that the former is immensely more satisfying, especially when shouted.
No, it's just difficult for rich people. Paedophiles, impossible.
Even if it existed, there's no way this rotten fucking prick would be going anywhere near it.
Yeh, this fucker's cooked.
So anyway, of which company is he CEO? Just so that people can boycott whatever shit they're making.
'In', not 'on'. Easy mistake, but no excuse for making it again.
To paraphrase Basil Fawlty, "nothing painless, I hope."
The United States have learned so many lessons from China, Iraq, and North Korea, none of them good.
Even then he looked like a hunk of fucking cheese in an ill-fitting suit.
He's not actually 'talking' or in focus in any of their iconography.
Miller is Beria Vance thinks he's Kruschev (he's Malenkov) De Santis is Brezhnev The rest are the rest of the fucking bastards.
That must have been one really fucking heavy donut.
When at least 50% of them need to be.
One can but hope.
Nope. Susan Collins is as dumb as a fucking fence post and as greedy as a drain.
There's usually something useful in a junk drawer. These fuckers are a waste of carbon, nitrogen and oxygen.
The Boy Genius.
The guy in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue has been owned by the KGB/FSB since the 80s. They in turn have provided him with all kinds of shit on Republicans and - possibly to a lesser extent - Democrats. Keep electing fuckers, keep getting fucked.
For legal reasons, I will inquire no further.
Got to be Vanky. Eric can't read, Junior will be utterly janked, and the other two couldn't be arsed.
'Love Story', right? I'm that fucking old. Didn't think you were, bud
Me: [sitting on a bench, muttering] Bill Haley and the fucking Comets...
Ah well.
Worked for us. Apparently.
He's transitioning him from 'the former guy' to 'the dead guy'.
Looks current.
I hope they both fucking haunt his waking and sleeping (and nodding-out) hours.
When your skull is full of cottage cheese, there's no accounting for your decisions.
That's apposite, because even without a medical degree, I can diagnose this fucking smackhead lunatic just by looking at him.
She broke mine with that wonderful operatic voice.
The guys turfing him out are wearing black shirts. Wake the fuck up, America.
Sad that cinematic franchise never took off.
Same amount of what?
Tell me about it.
I'm slightly confused by his assertion that heroin got him through his college exams, but doesn't appear to have worked with the NY Bar exam.
Ironically, it chronicles a world of deceit, distrust and deception, but you can always depend on it.
Football equivalent of Kevin Pietersen: a flat track bully. When defenders replicate his tactics, he turns into a giant, swivel-eyed toddler. Ben Godfrey ruined his night, for Pete's sake.
But... they're a fucking religion.
Not soon enough. But I can wait. The closer to death I get, the more patience I accumulate. #TheFitzjohnParadox
Been there. Whatever your age, for good or ill, the death of a parent is lifechanging.
Jennifer of that tribe and Angelina Jolie would like a word.
Lankford looks and sounds like a failed Magic Kingdom animatronic.
We are none of us privy to their 30,000 year old plan. Hopefully it's a benevolent one. The dogs I've encountered suggest it will be.
Someone needs to inform this self-entitled smackhead (who couldn't even pass the NY Bar) that 'experts' are qualified. Experts know about mitochondria. Trusting the priests and the Nazis is 'a feature of religion and totalitarianism'. Indict, impeach, or arrest him. He's criminally insane.
One thing about this song that strikes me every time I hear it is how quiet, and poignant, but strident it is.
"Insanity doesn't run in my family - it gallops!"
Like a lindseygrahamectomy?
Sorry for your loss.
Somebody had to. Glad it was you. Trust you.
Kennedy, "one of the world's foremost experts on public health", maintains that smack got him through his school exams. Funnily enough, it didn't get him through the fucking NY Bar exam. Can we agree that Stephen Miller is an utter fucking cocksucker?
On the #197 from Swords to Ashbourne, and getting script ideas for Hammer House of Buses.
Purple Heart, right there.
Ain't no rope strong enough. Can you die of broken cankles?
Problematic, in this case.
You might come back to an apartment smelling like an abandoned abattoir, and while, at 2am, you're taking the results down to the bins in plastic sacks, you might find yourself explaining to the Gardai that, no, you're not disposing of rotting body parts. I mean, you are, just not, you know...
Oh, and never switch the freezer off, especially if you're going for three weeks. Not even by accident. Check that you haven't.
And a big consolation to him still being with us is that he'll probably be reading all this stuff, which won't be doing his self-regard or his blood pressure any good.
It's not a trope, it's becoming a genre.
This is a win/win, because if he's alive, he's probably aware of our scurrilous glee.
"We have your usual room ready, Mr Burke. Breakfast is still from seven till nine."
Ooh. One for the list. Thanks.
It's only half past six there. He'll still be drooling on his pillow.
No cover of "I Go To Pieces"?
This set me thinking. Aside from this and THE SILENT PARTNER, can anyone think of any other films featuring the 'severed head in a fishtank' trope?
Do they not have lampposts in Time Square?
Is The Double Locks still going?
Sadly, not a good point. We have 1933 hurtling at us again. Next year we need to make sure we don't have another 1936 x 2. No longer a believer, but still praying he strokes out before the end of the year.
Jim's the slim version of Adrian Chiles. Another 'Will This Do?'
Sadly, I give it three months before the Nazi fucks don't give a fuck about being called Nazis.
Christ. O'Neill. Another one. I am becoming brutally ashamed of Irish surnames, thanks to this fucking administration.
Someone needs to inform this self-entitled smackhead (who couldn't even pass the NY Bar) that 'experts' are qualified. Experts know about mitochondria. Trusting the priests and the Nazis is 'a feature of religion and totalitarianism'. Indict, impeach, or arrest him. He's criminally insane.
Oh who? Best piece of music crit I ever read applied to Lynyrd Skynyrd: "They sound like someone kicked a steel dustbin full of washing machine parts and broken bottles down a spiral staircase".
Airports: Get here fucking early. We want you stressed to fuck, so you have to relax by SHOPPING! and DRINKING! (a bit) and a bit more buying. Maybe a €9 sandwich? We're a tiny city you can only escape by plane. Like West Berlin. Need a drink yet?
One day I will recount how this... culminated in a famous Liverpool pub.
RFK Jr: "There was this white stuff a few years ago. Not sure what it was, but I felt great. Can we get *that* out into the general population?"
It really cannot decide between cracking the flags and pouring rain into said cracks.
"Steady on, Herr Beethoven, that's your fifth!"
Just going to give #BBC4 Friday nights the swerve until they rotate back to 1964.
Which platform is actually wasting pixels on this shit?
Tell me about it. "What are you going to do with those books?"
Same in Ireland. I can't buy more than one packet of Paracetamol, whereas... Ah. No, hang on. Largely rural. Lot of things wrong. But YOU CAN BUY A FUCKING FIREARM IN A FUCKING SUPERMARKET.
That would be Pete.
They both know they're dying. They want to take everyone with them.
"That was The Fall with 'The Vince Earl Experience First!'. Next, Half Man Hall Biscuit with 'Colin Crompton's Hat'."
That cover looks like "The She Club Bouncer Collective are coming for you, and you won't be happy when they arrive".
Another spineless catamite who performed a complete 180° pirouette on Trump. Those FSB files must be fucking dynamite.
Can we all agree that when/if (it's a mighty big if) the Trump years are catalogued by Ryan Murphy in #AHS, Johnson will be played with great gusto by Michael Emerson?
This is the RW malaise - the majority of them are not actually very smart. Panface now thinks that boasting - somewhat unconvincingly - about higher birthrate is a flex, but for a century it's been a fascist trope about untermenschen. *They* are the people they're most afraid of.
And that, laydeez n gennlmun, was the entire point of Project 2025: re-fighting The American Civil War without risking a musket ball or bayonet in the gut. Re-litigating it. You should have listened to Henry V about lawyers.
My experience of 22 years of marriage is that every horizontal surface I have created in this apartment, be it table, shelf, trunk, or chest, swiftly becomes jammers with Stuff. It's a four-dimensional version of painting the Forth Bridge.
Leaflets ▶️ Pamphlets ▶️ Books ▶️ People. Depressingly, the only 'progression' they know.