Squeezer

joined 2 years ago
[–] Squeezer 3 points 7 months ago

Feels like a super power when you’re scuba diving and you see all the other divers holding their noses!

[–] Squeezer 6 points 7 months ago

I’ve had a couple of women follow me in to public toilets and commandeer aim. I had to muster unbelievable levels of concentration to get it done. Some bit of my brain has never worked at that level before or since.

[–] Squeezer 7 points 8 months ago

I went to a party in the top bit once. It’s just a sort of empty corridor that you can hire. Amazing views down the river.

[–] Squeezer 13 points 8 months ago

The man is in the wrong shoes both figuratively and literally. Literally just seems funnier sometimes.

[–] Squeezer 9 points 9 months ago
[–] Squeezer 4 points 9 months ago

Seeing that you’re in the UK I recommend Facetheory. Good products and there’s always an offer code for 20% off. https://www.facetheory.com/

[–] Squeezer 3 points 10 months ago

They run Gringotts

[–] Squeezer 40 points 10 months ago

I used to work for a general builder we all called Nick The Freak. We were in our mid twenties and having a pretty good time of things off site. I used to call up the gaffer and say “Nick man, I can’t make it to the job today, I feel like shit” and he would say- yea Squeezer, Mars is in alignment with Saturn this week. Understandable. I’ve never appreciated bullshit so much.

[–] Squeezer 2 points 10 months ago

I’d add Hey Duggee! It’s a BBC CBeebies thing, me and my kids loved it pre - Bluey, and it still hits a spot.

[–] Squeezer 25 points 10 months ago (4 children)

He’s right. Get rid of the Tories, then apply pressure to Labour. It’s the only viable option. If anyone has any suggestions on a realistic alternative I’d love to hear it.

[–] Squeezer 153 points 10 months ago (5 children)

I promise not to use the doorbell, instead I shall announce my arrival by throwing acorns at the door.

[–] Squeezer 59 points 10 months ago (1 children)

One evening I built a campfire to keep warm on the banks of a river in southern France. As the fire got going, millions of moths poured from the trees into the flames. As the numbers increased the flames leapt higher, and the moths became the fuel. The horror, the horror…

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