I’m in love with Bradley Taylor!
May your microphone stand never be flacid!
Your favourite dinosaur is wrong
If I was a dog what kind would I be?
Unsettled, bloated but content-ish
Bee’s Be buzzing, rainbows be raining, ‘What a pain it is to be alive’
YAH thank fuck for aspirin
Lemon, banana, egg yolk, sunflower sunshine, hay, butter, cornflakes
Match latte tastes like grass and I love grass
Wicked and glad
Which hole did all these yellow Tories (Lib Dem) crawl out of
Oh for fuck sake, was it right or left Nigel (Shouted)
My my my. Aren’t you a lovely recession indicator
Cut it with 100% endurance
John Titch the halfwit leaning
Who the fuck is Alan?
I love you
O temptress, let me lay flowers at your feet
But cut your fucking toenails
Rock
Jesus walked on liquid butter
Fell like tears of a dying god
I’m starting to use the (gaeilge) word Ispint for sausages.
Every word of Irish is a bullet back to the (Brits- crossed out) coloniser
Your skin on mine feels like…
Like smoke curling up from the hollow anus of a recently cremated badger
I really hoped I wouldn’t lose hope