Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”
You think you’ll be recognised, Merlin? Is that it? All this so, one day, you can be a serving boy to the King?
No. There’s something more. Something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?
“Guernica" by Brand New, from Deja Entendu (2003).
why is peter pan always flying?
I love this joke because it never grows old