I've always hated flipflops so the My Lai massacre still shocks me even today. The only way it could be topped, would be if a bus load of people wearing crocs being were massacred right in of front of me
That French woman who got hit by a golf ball is a bit of drama queen.
"I'm blind"... no you're not
"I could have been killed (if the ball had hit me in the side of the head)"... yeah but it didn't did it? Anyway, not all impacts to the side of the head mean death.
What next eh?
"It might have eviscerated my unborn twins"... yeah but you're not up the duff are you?
"It could have circumcised my husband!".... er, by the looks of him, that ship sailed long ago
The Happy Mondays had practically zero impact in terms of album sales, and certainly fuck all outside Britain.
So why are they serving themselves up as movers and shakers now?
Fuck off you manc nothings.
If Brexit gets any shitter, I reckon our women will turn to making artisan black pudding. You'd certainly know if the bird next door was on the Jericho!
When I was a nipper Stubb, the middle of something was called the centre. None of us, not even earwigs and gingers, ever felt the need to fuck with that term. And yet now, we have epicentre.
Cuntery of the highest order
I've seen the tragic story of the girl dying from eating a baguette containing sesame seeds but I don't see how the food industry can do much more. It will only lead to EVERYTHING having a label saying it might contain ANYTHING! Surely if you or a loved one had this godawful affliction, you would take your own nosh when travelling?
Are you stalking me Jewdy? My comment was over a year ago and I'm much more sophisticated these days.
Even you've got to laugh at this photo for comedic stereotype circa Der Sturmer 1939. Apparently the goggle eyed cunt does shopping for someone called nappy and other 'famous' dickheads.
actually very funny Grotto, which means sadly that you must leave The Corner immediately. We can't have quality posts fucking it up for the rest of the torpid exudate on here.