Who here among you has ever felt the cool, ghostly kiss of a chilled aubergine nestling gently 'neath one's jowls at the break of dawn?
Who here has ever dared to rub fondly a lone single chick-pea against the coarse, rough groin area of one's mightiest work-pants whilst putting their case forward to the boss for a rise?
Who here bothers to guess the weight of clouds, or paint pebbles to throw at people?
Has anybody ever even bothered to stop and ask why a dog's arm-pits are bald?
No - I didn't think so. Apart from GFK and the chick-pea incident you should all hang your heads in shame.
PC gaming is as solid and veiny as Flameduck's right forearm, and may it ever be so.
Cherubs - there is no need for panic just yet!
Who here has ever dared to rub fondly a lone single chick-pea against the coarse, rough groin area of one's mightiest work-pants whilst putting their case forward to the boss for a rise?
Who here bothers to guess the weight of clouds, or paint pebbles to throw at people?
Has anybody ever even bothered to stop and ask why a dog's arm-pits are bald?
No - I didn't think so. Apart from GFK and the chick-pea incident you should all hang your heads in shame.
PC gaming is as solid and veiny as Flameduck's right forearm, and may it ever be so.
Cherubs - there is no need for panic just yet!