PS EIM and Liquidator are two grotesque and ugly freaks.
Both with hot girls and a life of unbridled caddery, unhooked from slobbering, stinking slavery to beelzebub's spunk. Why just this morning I put the washing out; somebody stop me!
Thing is, the minute you do live away from London, you realise how much better it is to do so. Then you come back and it is confirmed. it's not so much the place, (although it is that too,) it's the concept that it's the only place to be.
Not liking cheese would be, I imagine, a bit like having no sex drive. You'd miss out on one of life's pleasures but, on the whole, you'd be better off because of the negative health aspects and would be blissfully free of the pain of chronically unfulfilled desire.
I really cannot for the life of me imagine how or why anyone could want to live outside London.
London is great as big cities go, but living in big cities is ultimately really shit. I don't know how anyone who has seriously tried both city and non-city life as an adult can prefer the latter. Unless one is especially well-off financially, urban living is an endless series of annoyances, insults, and frustrations. If you have money, then maybe it's nice. I wouldn't know.
If we're judging Yorkshire solely on a geographical feature basis, then yeah, it's not so bad. But we're not. And nor is cheese other than melted, grated, and sliced cheddar acceptable.
I'm aware of a couple of people whose surname is Cheese and I'm trying to figure out whether that's cool. I'm not sure how I would respond to being referred to as Mr Cheese, although I suppose it's preferable to being referred to as, say, Mr Lettuce or Mr Tripe.
Eric's is a nice lad, don't get me wrong. But he is a complete know-nothing when it comes to food. I don't blame him for that, but it's true.
Cities - proper cities, "big cities" I suppose in US parlance - have stuff going on, and people. Not-cities don't. And the people they do have are nosy wankers, who won't fuck off and leave you alone. Awful.
I'm aware of a couple of people whose surname is Cheese and I'm trying to figure out whether that's cool. I'm not sure how I would respond to being referred to as Mr Cheese, although I suppose it's preferable to being referred to as, say, Mr Lettuce or Mr Tripe.
If you go back a page, Gerontophile has posted a picture of John Cleese, who's real name is John Cheese. So evidently it's not that cool, certainly not among aging Oxbridge comics anyway.
My form teacher at school was called Mr Cheeseborough, which of course was changed to Cheeseburger by all the pupils.
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