He’s just having a lovely holiday somewhere, comrade.

Rajat Khare? The rapist Rajat Khare?!?

Because all other langauges are inferior.

There’s only like, 100 people in Iceland and they’re all related to each other so it’s not very difficult to find the bikes.

Gulajh Gulajhah Gwanghwamun by the Human Centipedes.

Slappin’ tune.

Birds aren’t real.

And nor do they use money.

I’m in bed in my house. Are you here too!!?!?

By hiding his face with his hands and insisting that “no one can see me” ?

Such a shame you dropped your keyboard and it broke in half!

Perhaps Santa could get you another one for Xmas?

Bollocks.

There’s a short musical documentary about men who live to drink matcha.

Here is an internet link to this educational film called ‘Matcha Matcha Man’

https://youtu.be/AO43p2Wqc08?si=2AbU4CMXXfHySDBT

The world isn’t really the same as when you could bunk off mysteriously with a suitcase full of Ill-gotten loot. For one thing, that suitcase better be HUGE and magical so that only you can get into it. Also the interwebs reaches everywhere. Ain’t no place to hide.

And what about Russian / Chinese goons?

No idea, sorry. I know very little about the range of available stuff.

Australia literally ran out of 30mg tablets for a while and I had to get 40mg. It’s a leeeetle too much but I’m not sure I can be bothered trying to bust open the capsules and remeasuring the teensy bits of powder.

Excuse me! I resemble that remark!

I’m on Vyvanse, a slow-release dexy. It’s better than the three-a-day dexy.

The thought of face-planting off a penny farthing makes my toes curl.

Telepathic Levitation is your friend.

BuT tEh sHaReHoLdErS oF Big Tap nEeD tEh mOnEez!!!