The aleady traumatised Timmy attempts escape as Nana’s ill-conceived Google search for ‘muddy breasts’ leads to its inevitable conclusion.
Jonny ‘The Butcher’ Santiago specializes in celebrity assassinations.
As of last night, Little Mix are no more.
Lone wolf, Big Tam McMurder, removes another potential threat to democracy by eliminating everyone attending the East Lothian Liberal Democrats’ OAP Coffee Morning.
As agreed with the ITV heirarchy, Lesley Judd delivers her soul to the offices of ‘I’m a Celebrity…..’.
“Give me coffee”.
“No, Rex, no bacon roll for you”.
“Coffee. I want coffee”.
“No, Rex! No!! You’ll get fed when we get home”.
“Jeez, I’m 63 in your years and you’ve not once bought me a coffee. What’s a lifelong, loyal friend got to do to get a coffee? Macchiato, please, if they do it”.
“Yes, nice bowl of Winalot is what you want”.
If it wasn’t for the sandflies in Martha’s knickers it would have been a wonderful moment of well-being.
The annual pilgrimage to the distant slopes of Swazzock Hill, where the inhabitants of surrounding villages offer their newborns up for sacrifice.
With the last portion of Jim’s intestinal tract thrown to the now expectant gulls, Janice felt that she was finally in the clear.
In approximately 2 hours from now Gladys Braithewaite will become the first UK victim of the man-eating Venezuelan Pygmy Death Slug, only visible by it’s signature luminous slime trail.
Edna and Elsie reminisce about the 1970s and their pole-dancing tour of the rigs.