Well that’s what I’m calling it now. “You’re being so mardy, are you on the Somme?”

Not me, I’m plot-pilled and scheme-maxing…

I just reckon that if you really believed that women too were the image-bearers of God you wouldn’t use “post-menopausal” as an insult.

Joke’s on you it’s actually going to be a mummers’ play.

hate it when the promos for new Poirot adaptations are like “THIS ISN’T YOUR GRANDMA’S AGATHA CHRISTIE.” I like my grandma’s Agatha Christie??

Reminds me of the time a student wrote about the land trade route between Japan and Korea with such confidence that I had a little look at a map just in case I had become deranged from too much marking…

Perfect interior design for when your organisation does not tolerate failure Kill James Bond!

Whomst among us does not remember Winston Churchill’s single-handed annexation of the Sudetenland and invasion of Poland?

I think you’ll find that those are now *my* cursèd tomes and artefacts and that you can have them when you pry them from my cold dead hands tattooed with unnerving symbols.

I foresee three disastrous campaigns leading thereafter to the end of Emperor Abbot’s dynasty.

盍?爾若得天命，國歸禮義廉恥。

I dunno, man. I think if I were this bad at research I probably wouldn’t tell on myself in The Spectator.

There are probably more things to be upset about here, but I’m primarily concerned at the claim that the watermelon proceeds from the farmer rather than a watermelon seed.

“As the deer pants for streams of water so my soul longs for you, but like, not in a cringe emotional way”

Trying to pick a Cantonese romanisation system seems as tricky as picking a starter Pokémon. Please could someone tell me which one is the Bulbasaur!

You can make your own sticker chart, they can’t stop you