Peedow in a meedow. Obv.
Hossenfeffer
I bought half a dozen of these years and years ago. I still have half a dozen of them.
The claim was that carrots were good for eyesight in general but also for night sight in particular, suggesting the British pilots were scarfing down carrots by the bucketful and that was how their night patrols were able to intercept the German bombers so often.
Somewhere, I also read that German high command wanted their own pilots to up their carrot consumption but didn’t think the German pilots would go for it just because of the night sight thing, so they made up a lie that the British pilots ate the carrots to improve their sexual prowess.
Threaten to change the WiFi password until he accepts your dominance.
I don’t know, but I want one!!!
I'm so impressionable. Now I want a circus sandwich!
Take off and nuke the site from orbit.
The Bubba photos.
Some of us, in the UK, play Whamageddon which is a concerted effort to get all the way through December up to Christmas Day without hearing ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham.
“I got Whammed in Poundland today!” is a typical cry of dismay for someone who has failed.
Sumo. I reckon the other wrestlers would just gently push me out of the ring and I’d be ok with that.
And you have fun inventing your strawmen! Such fun.



I grew up in a small town in rural Scotland and now live in a city in England. So I miss the fields, the sea, the hills, the forests, the food, the people, the closeness, the pace of life, the community.