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Changed it. Now pack it in.

If you could screenshot said spreadsheet and share it with us, I would be as grateful as a virgin for a blowy.

On this day, the day the Queen died, 41 years ago the King died too, aged 42, trying to shit 500 deep fried, barbiturate-infused peanut butter smothered burgers out of his bum bum fucked out old man cunt.

D. E. C. E. A. S E. D. That means R.I.P. to me.

Well, it’s a step up from Nancy... (Pertinent song included)

Well squeeze my cock and call me Nancy. Consider me amazed.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968) (1/3) Dick Van Dyke (b. 13-12-1925) Sally Ann Howes (b. 20-07-1930) Anna Quayle (b. 06-10-1932, d. 16-08-2019)

It's looking that way in this case... I'll say 14-08-2018 @ 03:30 BST Or, in Detroit, that'd be 13-08-2018 @ 22:30 EST.

Rather disgruntled that I've only got 7/50 so far. However, in the time it's taken me to type this, Aretha may well have died, so that's one more at least.

I'd guess so. She always denied having it, though I'm sure one of her publicists recently mentioned her having fought pancreatic cancer in 2010.

I'd have to agree; if there's nothing within the next 48 hours, I'll be amazed frankly.

My 1st choice now isn't available for Urethra Franklin, nor is my 2nd, 3rd, 4th or 5th choice. So I'll go for Sunday 19th August.

Tits. That’s annoying.

Brilliant thread mate.

Meh, never been scared of my own death, in fact I’m rather nonchalant about it. I predict I’ll have a short life (well, I mean, I’m 2 attempts down thanks to my horrible, horrible mind) and I make no bones about the fact that it could be tomorrow neath a train, or I could get on top of things and it could be in 60 years time with a pickled liver. Fuck knows. I’m not worried. Maybe I will if I ever feel truly content with my life, who knows? But as macabre an attitude about my own mortality as that is, it does kind of alleviate any anxieties I’d otherwise have about it, so it makes life if anything a bit simpler from my point of view. At this present moment, though, I’m okay; I intent to ‘get better’ so to speak and go on until I’m an octogenarian, cantankerous old fuck. But if I don’t? Meh. That’s just how it goes innit.

Is that an estranged Kardashian?

Goodnight, Vietnam for comedian/actor Robin Williams on this day 4 years ago (!), aged 63.

Fair few points scorers so far. Not me, though, I've been nausing it right up since March ffs

I was actually calling for a ban on Boris Johnson because he's politically and diplomatically as adept as my right testicle with a fucking smiley face drawn on it. On the issue itself, though, it's not right to call out Johnson for being racist on the matter; that's far too extreme. After all, wearing the burka is rather a choice; muslim women have no obligation to wear it. Some of them indeed hate it. But it's entirely their choice. But what Boris has done is worded something very undiplomatically, nay provocatively even, as usual, and won't even apologise for that. He doesn't need to apologise for his views on the burka; as it's been pointed out, many people don't like them. Just the wording, just to clarify to those that associate the name 'Boris Johnson' with 'Racist Cunt' that, give him a modicum of credit, he's only the last bit of that.

Ban the Burka Berk.

No fix necessary. Bloody foreigner.