We got a questionnaire to fill out which resulted in one ‘lucky’ winner getting a £20 love to shop voucher.

Oh, Denny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.

Where’s the flusher?!

Your tarot card for the day is The Sass.

Your prognosis is to keep shit posting.

It says it will change your star sign bro.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: That young man fills me with hope. Plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

Does it come with a sponge? Or is that an extra?

Slept in, set record, smoked, ignored messages and although I didn’t eat a frozen pizza I did cook only chicken legs for dinner…

Not stolen, the gems are just resting in the museums…

“Randy, go eat a cheeseburger you basketball eating, walrus-ass mahfuckah!”

The man has standards. Whether they are realistic though?