I was going to write about last night's adventures in Chicago Cock, but as usual, I turned into an alcohol enraged lairy monster, and got flipped upside down on the dancefloor so unexpectedly that spaghetti almost came out of my nose. Actually, that last bit doesn't normally happen.
My cousin is selling this on E-Bay.
He spent most of yesterday scraping dead insects off the top of his wardrobe, convinced there'd be a huge demand for them amongst people who clearly need better things to do with their spare cash.
And finally, there's this
http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/article/ds33539.html
He's god damn lucky he didn't end up cleaning toilets after the great big boil on the bum of humanity that was those E-Sure adverts.













