Are you suggesting that God moves in mysterious drinks?

It's not Soylent Green, it's Soylent Quirky Patterns.

Now I will know exactly where I am, what I'm eating, what day it is, and whether I should be asleep.

I'm like Father Paracetamol!

You would say that. You're in the pocket of Big Ear.

-It's not the smell I wanted. It's just the smell I got. -Isn't that a Grace Petrie lyric?

Genuinely slightly worried I might have been allergic to yesterday's bra.

I'm slightly drunk and very excited about my friend's transition!

Is there a chicken in this Travelodge?!

I co spider it homophonic.

The name's Spy. James Spy.

pence per egg

ethical non-monosodium glutamate

I would LOVE to indulge in a weird onion.

Trafford Pork

no legal hair