scrap-iron.bsky.social
I used to be funny.
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So yours was a lucky CV
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You probably didn't notice your teenage son polishing the kitchen window on a daily basis, either.
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She came from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow
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Who knew.
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Stuff like which car to steal next.
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Don't sell yourself short, Hugh.
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Mind blowing
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So do the public.
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Asparagus it goes, anyway.
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I worked in a studio, and I caught myself wondering what happens if - instead of stirring the paint - I instead hold the brush still and move the canvas in increasingly larger circles. Result: Turner prize
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Sometimes, one picture can save a thousand words. But not this time.
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As soon as FTL drive is available, I'm outa here.
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If she posts a gamecube on eBay, put a bid in.
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Tell her about the big spider in the bathroom, Marc Anthony.
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Fucknose.
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So ended Jason's eternal search for the golden valise.
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That's the magic of smack.
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You're terrible, Muriel
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Elon, how many times? You're not welcome here on blue-sky!
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That's really therapeutical.
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Harold H Corbett. Harold Steptoe and Sgt Sidney Bung.
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Golden brown, texture like sun.
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I ate you, BigMac.
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Fess reveals a timely warning: this is the last time I drink coffee with my breakfast.
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Peabean. They're fingerlickin' good.
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They never have the right nuts in.
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Beech bums.
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Put the cat's treats in the dishwasher, it just might work.
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So the other two thirds are women with something stuck up their arse. 🧐
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There speaks one who has an eye for the opening.
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That's hardly my volt, currently ohm getting a lot of resistance, as farad I'm concerned, there's far more capacity for puns, it's just that I'm not remotely in control.
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Positive feedback.
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I suspect GDPR will quickly overwhelm the Reform Council. Citizens may not know what they are, but they will have an awareness of how intrusive social media ads can feel. So all it takes is for this Councillor to ask out loud just what it is that Reform intends to do with their personal information.
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I think that we're poles apart.
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Best enjoyed in "Insieme" in Seahouses, UK.
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Meanwhile, Barry still wanders how you still sound as though you're nailing it.
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Hard to beat.
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For current affairs.
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Just reverse the batteries.
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Farewell from pound town. Copulation? Just you.
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Can't we all just get back to pissing on the crockery and wanking in the bin?
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If my school had taught biology, I might have learnt that a knob in butter is not the same volume as an aroused penis. I only learned this when peeping in a shared house. My penis is now less buttery and I save time on wanking.
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Sage advice. I doubt if the po could face much more.
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Aren't we all.
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Like keeping the kitchen sink at the same height?
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I think that they've crushed the last Ford Sierra.
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It will be 8 hours until they pass the sauce.
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I heard ya
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Our name is Maximus Decimus Cottonbuds, Commanders with no Arms of the North, General purpose of the Female Regions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus's Earholes. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And we will have our vengeance, in this life or the next.
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You don't belong here.