Proof that there is no God?

I had three cups of this “high caffeine” coffee yesterday, and felt more sleepy than if I’d had a few glasses of wine! Tasty stuff though.

Milo’s first car trip. Well, since the trip home from the hospital. But you get the idea!

I though “paki” was kind of a racist term, but it turns out it’s just another word for “three-eyed mutant”.

Is he just too cute for his own damn good?

Is it part of some mysterious secret code? Or the inane scrawlings of a half-witted chav?

I should appreciate the warning; instead I am offended by the misused apostrophe.

Now at Wetherspoons: Tuborg. WIN.

Me & my baby!

This drink is the stimulant that Red Bull wishes it could be.

So yeah, this is what Persil use as an incentive to sell washing powder.

So this is how I’ve spent my night: running up and down a metal box filling it with pallets. Joy.

What the fuck is this shit supposed to be? Sonic the Hedgehog smoking a joint?

So they gave up music to go into scrap metal…