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It's my favourite sandwich, toastie, or toast topping.
Trans Rights are Human Rights
Nobody is illegal on stolen land
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In my entire life Labour have functioned as a right wing party, more often than a left wing party,and now they've gone rabid, it's time to Ol' Red out behind the barn, and put it out of its misery.
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If it can be replaced by AI, it will be, Art Directors too, they're probably reduced to an algorithm.
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I admire your optimism.
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Bless that lovely ginger, not a single thought in that head.
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He probably has the phrase "Do Not Violate It" printed on a picture of his daughter, just to remind himself when he wakes up, each morning.
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Which is weird, because I don't think Trump has ever decided not to violate anything/anyone.
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The US really should stop using those bombs that create a thousand enemies every time one explodes.
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My A-Level Geology teacher would frequently drop, "like a Tropical lagoon". He's probably dead by now, so you can totally nick it. 😉
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Please make the front and back cover look like bread.
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Wow, I had to go look that up because it couldn't possibly be right, and yet … :(
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Capitalism.
Thank you for attending my Ted Talk
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I wonder if they remembered to evacuate the base they, by all appearances, forgot to warn in advance of the strike?
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Looks like they've been recruiting from ex-chairborne soldiers
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What a lovely Soggy Doggy.
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Oh, hey, more fascism. May their genitalia be daubed with honey and fire ants.
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My one consolation is that there are possibly Trump voters over there, enjoying a large portion of sparkling consequences.
… and yes, I would wish that on my worst enemy.
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A Mad Max themed ice cream van? Genius.
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I need help from somebody well versed in multidimensional travel, as I'm back in that weird alternate timeline, where I have to work hard at menial tasks so AI can do my hobbies, and The Onion are a reputable news outlet.
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Speaking at a Brit, I go to Al Jazeera, for news about the UK because the BBC has some wild right wing propaganda bias, right now.
Which has a knock on effect of my belief in their global reporting, I can't trust they won't follow the script the government has set.
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Ohhhhhhhh, those* individual jellies were my smack
*For those, read any
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Did we forget to tell anybody?
No, no, we're all good.
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Oh shit.
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Send them a basket of chocolate coated ring doughnuts, just to stay on theme.
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I heard one man didn't pass it on, and he was forced to build a Mr Blobby theme park … the horror.
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The husband opens up the brown drinks cabinet and pours himself a brown ale, as the wife girds her loins to ask him to creosote the garden fence, this Saturday, instead of going to see his favourite football team play (COME ON YOU BROWNS!). The brown draylon curtains flutter in the breeze.
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In the driveway, a Ford Cortina, painted in shit brown. Inside, the brown house, upon the brown and orange checked draylon sofa, a couple dressed in brown watch the Black & White television, yearning for the day they can have a Brown & White television, like the Jones' at number 34.
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I want that last house.
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RIP parachutists.
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It's the posties I feel sorry for, imagine straightening up on a misty morn, fresh from emptying the basket inside into your sack, the first rays of sunlight break across the street, and there, in all its dew soaked morning glory, six inches in front of your face, is That.
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It's … haunting.
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It's just … horrifying.
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