Aww for bluddy 'ells sake now mun wot u gon an done now? I'll be dealin with you now-in-a-minute.

I Vow To Thee My Country. Sung by a male voice choir.

Orgasm.

Me and vodka go together like vodka and lucozade.

I got two Koppabergs chilling for tomorrow's post-softball relaxation therapy.

Lucozade Lemon, Tropical or Orange is my stimulant of choice. Either sparkling or "Sport."

I love my accent and the way I speak, and I even do type in Wenglish sometimes. I also find that it asserts itself amongst alien accents, although in Cornwall I did begin to roll my Rs a bit, only slightly. The worst thing I find is people belittling my nationality because I live barely a few miles ...

I share your godless outlook on life, but I fear a closedown mock with The Cheeky Girls in place of God Save the Queen wouldn't deliver quite the same tone. To quote Bill Bailey: "God Save The Queen: "Why would we invoke a non-specific deity to bale out these unelected spongers?" I p...

A man walked into the doctors.

They said "oi watch out."

South Pembrokeshire (or the area south of the Landsker Line) has been populated by the English for centuries. There's more of a Welsh aloofness nowadays, though. Not everyone in Wales is a piss-poor former miner living in a terraced house and claiming disability. Across south Wales there are increa...

Well mine always asks if she can fill my bags, and then
for me to put my pin in.

Allegorical links with "prick" come to mind.

Creating a mock of a BBC One closedown? for instance?

And as an Atheist, I do not believe in God.

I do however find his Bible useful. (for squashing flies)

Sainsbury's checkout girls are hot, due to the selection process being run by personnel managers who are mostly old men who "started off as lowly trolley-boys in 1958" and scary lesbians in tweed dresses.