Isn’t it always the way? You wait 6 years for a flaming bumhole, and then two come along at once.
Now, I’m sure the good people at Just Cremations have done their research. But … I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. No. Really, it can’t be. I just can’t picture myself, inconsolable because Nanna has finally passed to the other side, thinking: “I’ll call those jokers with the fucken hilarious billboard in Welshpool, with that bloke’s arse on fire.” Or is it just me?
Bonus grasstree, for the spotters. By Misspent Yoof.