Or, and this is a radical option, stop being a bunch of racist bastards. 

Quote from the article, for the lazier folks: 

“I don’t know why I should care about violence against immigrants… We are not racist,”

It would be like a modern version of the odd couple. 

I occasionally wish I had old man eyebrows. 

I have zero artistic talent. I apologise. 

(A good rant on Avengers Assembling can be found here)

I just walked for forty minutes to buy 30 self-adhesive fake moustaches. For one evening.

No, you have ridiculous priorities and poor monetary restraint!

And The Starks looked irritated at a variety of horizons.

What follows is a Q & A post that functions reasonably well as an ‘about me’ post, sort of. Or just as ask-box dumping. Either one is equally true.

‘Why do you never answer questions sincerely?’

I’m British. Any exposure to genuine sincerity makes me swell up and go blue. The only antidote is bitter tea. Or just generalised bitterness. Or cake.

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SHARKTOPUS. WILL. RISE.

I should run a zoo.

Plus, you could just freak the shit of people by spelling ‘Nevermore’ in the sky.

This is, without a doubt, the most convoluted, least accessible pun I’ve ever come up with. 

This character is based on a kid I met at work. And also milk. Mostly milk.

I agree entirely with this coffee cup.

I am now in Melbourne for a bit, so the rest of Punweek is queued. 

400th post.