Camera in low flying helicopter softly whirrs...Saber-toothed Karen waits for the weakest to fall. I mean there is bound to be something left on the bones.
Me, in a herd running in blind terror across the urban tundra toward who knows where, no we just all happen to b e going to the same Tesco, which has a sale of masks for morons. Pant, pant, pant...
The Wolves of Propaganda is great/shit name for a sixth form rap metal band.
Didn't they used to be the Hyenas of Advertising?
The poodles of Marketing
The chihuahuas of social media
Merrill Lynch used to be known as the Thundering Herd. Just saying.
Sabre.
despairs
The hounds of spring are winter's traces and all.
Didn't thismorning used to be a sane poster? I lose track of who is who.
Ha fair point well made Tau. I was just worried thismorning might be crying for help.
Nah, he's always been like this.
Just like the rest of us.
No-one ever changes or evolves round here. Just endless cycles of the same.
I knew you'd say that.
Who's saber-toothed Karen?