Maybe she’s drinking 160 proof Estonian vodka.
She just can’t handle ol’ Hogg’s meat.
I love the idea that the nurses and doctors in Accident and Emergency who have just resuscitated a pisshead who’s had a heart attack even register what bollocks he’s said, let alone have philosophical discussions about it.
I want to repeat what I said Argent Towers’s thread, just because I like the sound of it: Making fun of Jack Chick is not so much shooting fish in a barrel as nuking sea monkeys in a Dixie cup. But it’s still fun.