Witches of Eastwick is not a proper film
Kennel Club Pin Up Supper club
we slowly removed the handcuffs so as not to scuff the brass limb
are you a proper ghost??
the never-ending short story (Fake News Weekly)
Pad Thai for the centurian
sit-down supper with the angels of the west
fraggles on the sidewalk
Shoegaze tape with insectoid visitation
salamander on a beanbag scenario
wimp's tapes
flabby drapes
shouting at a man in a bungalow
cornflower rodents
bag of teeth on the mantelpiece
beak wank
hobgoblin on the parcel shelf
teabag on VHS
flimsy fortress
getting undressed in front of Ronald McDonald
Colin robs the post office on his lunch break and we congratulate him upon his return to the office (is this a bad sentence mum)
my own personal Egyptian mummy collection has turned to fucking dust
i held out my hand in expectation of a sweetie being placed in it bit was much perturbed to find a turd in its stead
crank up the robot and have a sly wank whilst u wait
Sly Stallone is not a funk singer, he is a heavyweight champ perhaps
on the bob sleigh with John Candy and other 80s comedy stars
i rented a VHS of Croc Dundee but it wasn't exactly what i was expecting
tough love on Caribbean holiday
i just placed a tin of baked beans on my shelf and the bastard collapsed
my Star Wars hat just blew off - how sci fi!
we decided to thumb our noses at the fascist it was the least we could do
to make a wrap - take your tortilla, place it on a table, get your peppers, onions and chilli. go to bed. forget all about it and wake up hungry
tales of my foreign childhood in
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