Photo by Adam Lisagor. T-shirt by Scott Jackson. Concept by John Moltz. Gruber’s haircut by Supercuts.
You’re sure it’s not a type of cherry?
Maraschino is an atomic cherry; as they don’t grow on trees you’d best be wary.
Baseball is somewhat like cricket, but with even more standing around and scratching.
More beer, too.
Obviously never seen a village cricket match.
Sorry to miss the jump, was aiming at a three and a half and hands off landing on the jump bike. Please let me know when the next one is approaching, so the ambulance ban be booked.
Wow, Nxxx… you cyclists are a tough breed.
“Ambulances?! Who needs ambulances? So what if I crash? No matter… all I need is a spare inner tube for a tourniquet and I’m good to go. So just ban the ambulances… ban them, I say!”
Rectum?!? Dang near KILLED him!!!!
I’m ok now, thanks.
He ‘fell’ on it while ‘cleaning his bike’.
That still doesn’t explain the wrist injury.
That was Nxxx trying to ‘tug it out’. Repeatedly.
My solicitors, Messrs Sue Grabbit and Runne will be in touch.
What, like in Peter Gabriel’s song?
I will be represented by lawyers from the firms Howe, Dewey, Fleecum & Whenn and Boye, Dewey, Cheatum & Howe.
You’ll be hearing from Fuccum and Runne forthwith.
My representation, Frank Lee and Earnest Lee of the firm Pester, Harry, & Bother, are standing by in the event that one of you cares to insult me.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!
Now go, or my Pants™ shall taunt you a second time!
Sorry Huh?,your fake French accent needs working on and say it louder as I couldn’t hear it over my coconut shells.
Remember to use evasive maneuvers. Zig! Zag!
Did someone lose a sparrow? I seem to have an extra.
African or European?
Surely hedge or house?
Messers Fuccum & Runne have reviewed my case and decided that I should demand…
Noooooo!!!!! Not a shrubbery!!!!
Can recommend “Shrubbery ‘R’ Uz”.
They installed the best bath shrubbery I’ve ever seen. Slight problems with the vulture mosquitos it attracted but Del has promised to remove them.
Oh dear. Are the shrubbery flame resistant?
The room wasn’t.
That explains the shrubbery in the middle of where my house should have been.
I wish Mr. Moltz would post something new. The guzzler photo is getting on my nerves.
Creeps me out.
But not as much as that fan painting of Gruber. That was bloody frightening.
Using a spectroscope, they are drinking a sulphuric acid cola mix.
Del, you been up to mischief again?
I see that there’s a fire blazing behind them.
I guess this pictureust have been taken in London.
Sorry… that’s “picture must”
Yet they seem awfully calm amidst all that rioting.
In all seriousness, though, how are you guys doing over there?
We really haven’t heard from them since this all started. Maybe they’re too busy boozing up and rioting. (to borrow from Milk & Cheese).
Is it wrong to be listening to “London Calling” by The Clash?
Thought I’d given up smoking but here in Croydon, we’ve all taken it up again.
BTW:-Happy whatever your holiday is this weekend.
It’s National Debt Day.
I saw the pictures of Croydon burning this morning, and thought it was good that I didn’t win that Croydon mayoralty election we had here some time ago.
Also, my birthday was last weekend. Still not a national holiday yet.
Benny — Every day is debt day.
So, Croydon is less leafy now?
Nxxx, while you are looting, try to pick up a wicker rocker for me, so I can upgrade my patio. Thanks.
Sorry Ace, some swine petrol bombed it.
Received a 150 mm Newtonian yesterday and incredibly grateful that Croydon does not have an astronomical shop.
Where’d everybody go?
Was all the good stuff already looted?
Run out of pre-rioting booze? (A shame that would be.)
Just got back from a week’s holiday in sleepy seaside tat-fest Hastings. Haven’t picked up a paper or turned on the telly for a week, let me tell you.
Soooo . . . did I miss anything?
It was all nice and quiet here at CARS.
Oh that’s good.
Er . . . why are you carrying three boxed PS3s and a Best of Vanilla Ice CD, Steve?
And are those glittery bits shards of broken glass?
Come on BroMu, admit it. It wasn’t Hastings but Tottenham, Croydon and Birmingham, innit.
Yo, busted. Don’t grass mi to de Feds.
Seriously: ‘Feds’. Reading the idiotic texts sent by the muppets involved has been by far the most amusing element of proceedings. All those sad little white middle-class boys freshly back from ‘Glasto’ trying to sound ‘gangsta’ when tippy-tapping the Blackberry mummy got them for Chrissymas. There’s the case for allowing The Man to read private mails right there: they should publish them, in fact.
It’s a Vanilla Sorbet CD.
As Mr. Ben Folds has said “I’m all alone in my white boy pain.”
What’s it’s f-number?
Benny, he wrote, strapping on the padded suit and parachute, I bloody well don’t swear/
Ah, I see what you mean, the focal length/aperture ratio
f5 Celestron Omni XLT but where are the XLT coatings on a Newt?
Braces for the expected G force and presses “Post”.
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