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I don't like the McDonalds coffee advert. The fact that a group of girls don't understand what "see you later" means infuriates me.
"Once upon a time there was a lovely little sausage named Baldrick and it lived happily ever after."
Go upstairs. See two seconds of American Dad. Instantly recognise episode. Enter deep state of depression.
I like to think of the Pope selection process as being a slightly less dramatic version of "12 Angry Men"
I haven't had any pancakes yet, so until I do let's just refer to it as puncake day and start making terrible jokes.
The beers are outside and I'm wearing a paper hat. Praying to Santa that it's not windy or raining.
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Oh god, Twitter's got to the "reconnect with friends pop-up" stage of social networking. Hint: If I wanted to tweet more people, I'd do so.
It's December! Just 21 more days before everyone start posting that R.E.M. song on facebook and twitter. Then back to Christmas songs.
Just listened to Frankie Cocozza's new song and I now want to rip off my own skull, throw it in a bonfire and then jump in after it.
Ah. Of course. Limited music per week. That's why it's free. Suddenly I have a desire to get Spotify Premium.
Back to normality. Or whatever.
I get my cynicism and distaste for things out of the way on twitter. Which means I MUST have a charming personality in person.