Death, taxes,...and Eurovision. There is no escape from the power of this fully armed and operational festival of continental WTF. Ayyyyy!
Also, Neil Gaiman is twelve.
"O villain! O rogue! O slave! O rascal!"
"I dare say that when I get out of this bed I shall do some deed of an almost terrible virtue." —G.K. Chesterton
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Great heavens!! I have been spared this music all my born days. I did love the poor befuddled rooster in Bosnia/Herzegovina's song: wandering the stage, "What did I do wrong? Wring my neck please!"
Yes, and let the record show that neither I nor the Expat made single solitary reference to the B/H singer rocking out with his, er, rooster out. NOT ONE.
My guilty secret is that I would absolutely have manned the phones for Lordi. If you're going to be bizarre, don't do it by halves.
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