Thank God it's over... For thirty minutes there I thought that Daenerys's dragons had eaten the sun and we would be in perpetual darkness. Fortunately, living in the Fourth Reich, I was able to summon up the Storm Troopers from "Iron Sky," and the day was saved. However, as Der Tumpf will shortly be announcing the reintroduction of conscription, in order to announce the long expected victory in Afghanistan, who knows? On the other hand, if you have bone spurs growing out of your arse, you have fuck all to worry about.
Shot from my back yard through a haze of Boddington's.