"Work is the scourge of the drinking classes"

So it’s Friday and, I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a bit mingy after last night. I was excited that it was nearly the weekend and got pissed by mistake.

My girlfriend, and most of our little crew, seem to have been drinking more than usual this week (I'm on Doctors orders to cut down, due to my Liver currently being the size of The Isle of White. What does he know!)

Oh yeah, I’ve got an appetite for destruction today!, and feeling every bit a rebel. And as sick as a pike! Today’s post is in honour of all things a slightly “wrong” – do not click on any of these links!

• "Ohhhh, that crack's very moorish isn't it?" :
• When I'm a bit peckish, I eat my own scabs, how about you?
• Not funny, not ironic, just fucking awful; seriously, do not look here if you're feeling slightly weepy.
• YUMMY!
• Ever wake up in the middle of the night and think "y'know, I'm just not happy with the foreskin I've currently got..." well, worry no more....
• If you haven't seen Napoleon Dynamite, Don't Worry... Neither has this little prick...

that is all....