We are a small, but perfectly formed band of satirists and smudge artists. We neither drink nor smoke. Nor indeed, do we use profanity or indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get down the pub before closing time for a few pints and half an ounce of Golden Virginia. Hopefully, I'll have enough cash left to visit the local rub 'n' tug shop later for a massage and a rattling good bunk up with a painted floozie.
All The Best.
Danny SoZ.
Editor-in-chief
The Whitechapel Whelk 
January 7, 2019 at 5:46 am
Fuck’s sake
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January 7, 2019 at 5:48 am
Go to your room, Danny. And, NO…you can’t watch Bonanza.
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January 7, 2019 at 5:49 am
Christ!
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January 7, 2019 at 5:49 am
🙂
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January 7, 2019 at 5:58 am
Gulp.
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January 7, 2019 at 11:40 am
So, they just slipped him into his sheath and put him in a drawer?
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January 8, 2019 at 5:23 am
It’s what he would have wanted
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January 7, 2019 at 2:29 pm
🙂
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January 7, 2019 at 3:05 pm
Very sad. I guess he was at the point of no return.
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January 8, 2019 at 5:22 am
Yes, now go to your room please, Madge.
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January 8, 2019 at 4:59 pm
Only if I can take Tom Hardy with me.
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