Captain Poopey has sailed the high seas of mediocrity for many years. But when things get him down or downright give him the shits, he sets sail for this here blog and hurls a tankard or three at whatever has shat him that day. Join the Captain on the poopdeck for some rum-flavoured glassings. Anchors away and roger the cabin boy!
When I first saw this I was instantly reminded of the gurning overjoyed Bakers Delight workers who seem to have chuffed five Scotchguard bongs prior to recording their annoying-as-fuck commercials. The lady at back of shot succinctly summed up my feelings towards these people. Gnnaarr.
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It's because of her McDonalds cap, yup?
Oh yeah, I'd hit it.
When I first saw this I was instantly reminded of the gurning overjoyed Bakers Delight workers who seem to have chuffed five Scotchguard bongs prior to recording their annoying-as-fuck commercials. The lady at back of shot succinctly summed up my feelings towards these people. Gnnaarr.
P.S. Are you better yet?
Yes. Yes I am. Thanks for asking. One week it's the flu, the next a wisdom tooth removal. Still coughing like a mofo, but.
Mrs Poopey brought me home a facemask from work which I'm considering wearing today as a neurosis-inducing joke. I'm such a scamp! Gaarn.
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