Your choice of method might have suited the saint which I fear you are not

It wasn't until I hit Soho last night that I realised why I'd chosen exclusively from a pool of Sam Smith's pubs for the evening's drinking: they don't have Guinness.
Even my subconscious is a genius.
I'm most disappointed that al-Qaida didn't take advantage of the peon-thronged streets - you'd be able to get loads of explosive into one of those Guinness-pint hats. In fact, they should all come with a small explosive charge as standard, because anyone donning one thereby forfeits their right to own a head.

While I entirely sympathise with Lee and Herring's objections to the parable of the Prodigal Son, upon hearing of the conversion of a longtime Buffy sceptic to the faith I suddenly find myself sympathising with Jehovah's feelings on the matter.

Having been struck the night before by the fever from nowhere after not drinking and eating a square meal, last night's drinking on an empty stomach seems to have seen it off nicely.

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There is a new venue opening called Club G Spot.
This makes me unhappy.

Kill. Maim. Mutilate. Destroy.

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/South/03/18/county.gays.ap/

"DAYTON, Tennessee (AP) -- The county that was the site of the Scopes "Monkey Trial" over the teaching of evolution is asking lawmakers to amend state law so the county can charge homosexuals with crimes against nature.

The Rhea County commissioners approved the request 8-0 Tuesday.

Commissioner J.C. Fugate, who introduced the measure, also asked the county attorney to find a way to enact an ordinance banning homosexuals from living in the county.

"We need to keep them out of here," Fugate said."