tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post7573074427943575700..comments2024-03-29T06:51:03.388+00:00Comments on TPQ: Joy And Fun Are Fucking Killing Me ✑ Act XIIIAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-67540181554734710782023-01-05T11:32:15.751+00:002023-01-05T11:32:15.751+00:00but it is a different sort of Wobmle you hate - th...but it is a different sort of Wobmle you hate - the muscled type with Tattoos who prefer to be British drug dealers rather than Irish ones!AMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-2284206066016887942023-01-04T22:54:11.888+00:002023-01-04T22:54:11.888+00:00I hate wombles.
And it's 560,000mph not 51450...I hate wombles.<br /><br />And it's 560,000mph not 514500mph....because I'm pedantic.Steve Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13670990166576346966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-61290764821573197072023-01-04T20:29:09.570+00:002023-01-04T20:29:09.570+00:00great turn of phrase with waiting for God . . . oh...great turn of phrase with waiting for God . . . oh!!<br /><br />Those of us of a certain age will immediately catch the womble reference - the terrible tune has remained in my head throughout the day. <br />AMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.com