Be Excellent To Each Other

The one at the back appears to be Peter Kay, which I think makes her a lot more than 10 pints.
As for the middle one... 15 pints of what?

If he could type he could be my secretary.

A quick googling does pick up this doozy:

Wolverine's let himself go.

What the flying Christ:

Frankly, after that, it'd better be fucking good...

I'm too sick too work. But too sick to use Acorn to make rubbish pictures.

minyer! Meh! MINYER!

Erm.

Poking fun at those less able than you - for shame.

His wife:

I wonder if anyone has ever said "give her a hand" at the end of her recitals.

Hahaha, hurrah for musicians with bits missing!

Anyway:

I had no idea Barbara Cartland was Japanese. Learn something new everyday.

See my thread about the Chavpub on Wos...

I actually want a copy of this for sampling purposes, like on Black Static Transmission by Schloss Tegal:

Save a few bob and tape Derek Acorah.

MEXICAN PIXIES

Ah those crazy foreigns.

and englishers

The one at the front?

Some of these are cleary awesome.

Quick! Somebody put in a request for... er... Ken!

I am ashamed to say that as a younger man I owned this...

Interesting thinking from the designer, there.

"So, I've got the picture of a screaming woman backed into a corner, seemingly about to be sexually molested by a rabid Doberman Pinscher. Shall I use the word "fuck" in full...? Hmm, best not. I don't want anyone to get offended."

Of course, that's the "Live" album. The original's worse, I think.

I so want a circular saw blade codpiece.

Looks like it might chafe a little.

Hee hee. Looks like several of the characters from the comic about a gay lad in the Deep South, 'Stuck Rubber Baby'.

Mrs Mills is terrifying. She's the sort of creature who haunts nightmares, knitting in her rocking chair beyond the door all dead eyed and smiling in the most hideous fashion. You open the door and your eyes fall upon her. Your heart leaps into your mouth and your limbs die on you as you float up into the air towards some unspeakable fate in the dimly lit room, faster and faster towards her awful, shrouded, oppressive, corner and her vacant eyes until just before you reach this monstrous aberation you awake, and stagger to the bathroom for a glass of water dripping cold sweat.

Ugh.

The 80s are a goldmine.

Billy Crystal: "And the 'Can't... Maintain... Gender!' award goes to... POISON!"

As much as I like them, Mutiilation have some of the daftest

I proudly own that on vinyl

So crap it almost comes full circle and becomes good.

I keep imagining them having conversations, in a sort of MWE style.


"What are we doing tonight Dave?"
"Dunno. I'm so.. bored."


"Moping... is this good moping?"
"Yeah. But you need to slouch more."

I think they're composing a letter of complaint to L'Oreal regarding their new streak-proof mascara.

The Munsters have a lot to answer for.

"I told you this cabinet doesn't go with the wallpaper."
"But I hate going to Ikea."

Phwoar. Cor! Grrrrrrrr.

They missed the subtitle off the record sleeve. "...as a loo brush"

Are these actually genuine record covers? Because whenever they do the rounds, I can't help but think it might just be the work of some zany graphic designer.

Well I know the Mutiilation ones are because I own them. Except my copy of "Vampires..." is a reissue because the original often reaches prices of 300 quid on eBay.