He's a one trick pony. Was a good trick when it came out but very grating now.
He's a one trick pony. Was a good trick when it came out but very grating now.
Anything I ever seen was very good but I haven't caught anything recent. Most of them do die off over the years though.
He's still very funny, though I think he's probably bled the 'describe getting pished in various scenarios' vein he was tapped into dry after this show. It'll be interesting to see if he's capable of being funny on subjects other than being Scottish. The little, seemingly off the cuff, riff about the Pistorius trial early on in this was good, but again it was fundamentally about applying Scottishness to another pllace.
I mustn't have washed my hands properly after putting deep heat on my neck/shoulders.
I've just had a piss
It's a shame this thread isn't named exactly after the old one. Diljeet or Quincy could have wrung a cracking joke out of that post if it was.
I have to put 'movelat' on my back now and then, and I'll wear a tshirt at night on those occasions to prevent it getting all over the bed. There are few feelings less comfortable than a tshirt being properly stuck to you when you're trying to sleep.
This stuff is absolutely leaping, I'll have to shower before bed. I normally buy Voltarol or Diclac but ran out and this is all I could get in Tesco.
They used to do an aerosol version, that might be better.
Unless you massage your bellend whilst going for a piss would it really hurt that bad?
His fat belly must absorb it. Bet he hasn't seen it in years.
Not sure about accidental application but I can confirm deep heat is extremely uncomfortable on the junk.
Are you applying it through a urethra sounder?
Well I'm not googling that so I don't really know.
You're a medical bod, what's Magic's excuse?
I'd imagine his wife uses one on him.
I always let my sleeping patterns get so cunted up at the weekend. Woke up at 4pm today, fuck sake.
I have to do something boring in Wimbledon tonight, so came to its high street first in order to look for somewhere to shove a burger down my neck beforehand. Within three minutes I had walked past five such places already, four of them also offering 'craft beer' and the other being Five Guys, which probably offers the most appallingly poor value for money of any food establishment ever conceived (sorry, Nando's). I'm now sat in GBK which is somehow therefore not even in the top five most knobhead burger places on one side of one Wimbledon street.
London today ffs. What if I don't want a fucking Brioche bun?
Manchester is much the same, Jim. They've almost become self parodies.
What's the issue with brioche buns, wanker status aside?
You'd really think the wanker burger phase would be starting to die out by now. Is this what sushi was like for the generation before us?
I actually got one in the city the other night with a nice white bread bun on it which surprised and delighted me at the same time, especially as it was the oldest known hipster burger place around. Though I also wanted a pint of Heineken with it, which was completely out of the question.
BDCXL would've done the trick.
I've come down sick. I was sick a month ago. Fuck off. Especially as my life has become busy in interesting ways - rock climbing, skiing, that Swedish girl asked me to go sledding - and this just makes me want to spend all day calling randomers in Iowa or watching Seinfeld from the couch.
They are flimsy, make no sense and the cynic in me thinks there must be some economic reason why they have become so widespread. If you wanted to deviate from the traditional burger bun and make it 'posher' then I would go to wholemeal or even granary white or brown bread in bun format, not that papery shite.
I had 'truffle cheese fries', though, which was the chips version of hiring a hooker for the evening.
Brioche buns are good, though I am getting a bit sick of them now. Pulled pork is the real emperor's new clothes of hipster foodstuffs.
Presumably that means everywhere in Edinburgh is still obsessed with it.
Pulled pork only seems to have gone mad here in the last year. I swear by the time things become popular here, they're already past it in England.
There's a burrito place in Belfast that recently moved into new premises but before that people were queued out the door and down the street for it. They were going mental for it. Shit son, I was eating burritos five years ago. And they were better than this shit here.
I've never had pulled pork I was particularly excited about. It's pretty shit.
Pulled pork was gone 3 years ago. Then we had US BBQ, cereal for dinner, and hipster burgers. Their current thing is #cleaneats #paleo #glutenfree
Palio is a great film.
Pulled anything is disgusting and for classless cunts who don't understand how meat should be eaten or treated.
Says the resident clueless arbiter of class.
Are these frequent attacks due to the fact I don't have a bird feeder?
Being an hour early for a morning lecture as you could have sworn it was at 9 and not 10.
This is only the 14th week of said lecture so it was a pretty easy mistake to make, obviously
I don't get the complaining about brioche buns as they're pretty much perfect for a burger if they're good.
I'm generally very pleased that you can get good burgers from many differerent places for a decent amount. That said, I did have some Kimchi/pulled pork thing on the weekend and whilst it was very tasty, there's no way you can call it a burger.
There's one corner like that in Glasgow. If you walk out of 'All Bar One', which itself has a dedicated 'Burger Menu', I reckon you could hit maybe five or six burger places with a reasonably well thrown stone. It went past saturation point ages ago, so fuck knows what's keeping all these places in business.
It's good news for the cocktail stick industry I suppose, and for anyone who makes miniature tin buckets. I ordered a banana milkshake last night and was asked to drink it out of something from Fireman Sam's equipment.
Five Guys, GBK, and Handmade Burger are literally the first three places you see as you walk out the door.
Any bar with its only toilet upstairs can get to fuck.
The place I was in signposted said upstairs only toilets with a set of giant scrabble letters spelling out 'LOOS'.
Banana milkshake? You deviant.
Which is the approved form of milkshake? I couldn't drink because of what I was doing afterwards, coke should be banned, and I've had enough Sprite in my life to fill the Serpentine.
Incidentally, dessert only delivery places are the other eateries taking over Glasgow at the moment and apparently the approved form of milkshake is Ferrero Rocher.
There's a 'milkshake bar' in Silverburn which I reckon should be closed down. Some of the shit they're selling would give that little girl in Wreck It Ralph a sore head.
Four quid for a large. Fuck off.Skittles-infused milkshake made with vanilla ice cream, topped with whipped cream & neon popping candy
I always just have strawberry milkshakes. Chocolate's alright too but I wouldn't usually go for it.
Banana reminds me of that horrible banana flavoured antibiotic stuff you'd get as a kid.