Today Guy: Oh man, in the 70s/80s we had horrific mullet hairstyles... look at this photo. (rips it up)
Future Guy: Worse, past guy: In 2015/16 I had a chullet. Check out my grotesque, styled hairy ginger facial area in this image. Oh, if only I could rip this photo up... but it's all over Beardbook and Instagrowth FOREVER!
A creature who searches Wimbledon Common and other public spaces, but not with the intention of "making good use of the things that they find; things the everyday folks leave behind." They more focussed on man meat.
"What a strange time of day to go wombling?"
"oh, I'm not looking for discarded bike wheels... I'm looking for cock"
"Forgive me... you're a Cockwomble"
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The idiotic, management language of a deluded motivational speaker.
Pete held the seminar. After a couple of hours listening to his Baboonglish, death by rotavator seemed quite an attractive option after all.
A cultural movement in the upper echelons of the chumocracy, when you ensure big contracts, Government or otherwise, get awarded to your old school pals from Eton (or their spouses) regardless of their innate ineptitude.
Cosmo: oh amazing... but like, how did she get that job as Head of Test n Trace, with that track record?
Sebastian: Usual dido-ism, amigo. Boffo nobbed her brother at Balliol