It really has turned into of them today, you know. For today, alas, is transfer day. Transfer day is an evil entirely of my own creation which involves the cleaning up of an entire months worth of my own self-perpetuated downright idleness as well as my corner-cutting and frankly bolshie working methods, so that it…
In the UK we don’t get to write our own licence plates unless we want to spend a ludicrous amount of money on a few letters. So thanks to the DVLAs random letter generator you occasionally get some unintentional gems. Such as this one I found this morning. Theres something comforting about knowing that the…
It’s seems that the level of mushroom monsters wandering the streets has reached such a level it warrants rolling out car stickers to warn people. I myself will be more weary of the dungeree clad sewer pervert who is still at large. If you see him then just nudge him as it seems to make…
If there is one advert that has stolen my heart this year it’s this one. Old women are an untapped comedy … tap.
http://bit.ly/dEchTI A great little pastiche from an unknown source over at scottmanning.com Lovely.
If I had never played a computer game ever, and you told me that at the end of every level there was a boss stage; this is what it would look like in my head. [Thanks go to threadless.com for having this in their photostream] – Jenkins