How is this for horror.
Let’s speak in bad welsh.
Dammit, who installed windows eight?
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Isn’t bad welsh just welsh?
(I’ll see my self out)
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Half our nukes use XP
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Oh god. OH GOD. GOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!
Where is your god now?
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He is under the bed!
Giant white man. Under bed.
Turns out he wasn’t Santa…
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My hen laid a haddock.
ttto “Land of my Fathers”
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I looove wales. Going back in a few months with my band, it will be a memorable time. God I have so many silly stories, which only a few people understand.
My family is from Annan in Scotland. But basically everyone on the islands is genetically Irish and French (no, not viking, you revisionists) so I don’t judge (much)
Eat only haggis: doctor’s orders.
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Vogue says tapeworms are slimming.
Worked a few gigs there myself. Memorable? Yes. Enjoyable? Not so much…
Portmeirion’s pretty damned awesome though, and anywhere within the Hay-on-Wye Event Horizon.
And to be on-topic, if not terribly current:
John Redwood - Pop Idol Winner
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My old MP! Briefly.
Used to love hiking in Wales. The part of my family that isn’t Cornish is mostly Welsh.
Comments to end on BoingBoing.
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Heh. I had Stephen Milligan as mine for a brief period.
Oranges are the only fruit.
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You are now a tapeworm.
I once was Gregor Samsa.
I ate a lemon today.
(testing out miraculin tablets. Trippy.)
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For sale, baby shoes, unworn
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