But Salman Rushdie was so close to suffering from Death of the Author...

"smoking cigarettes and yelling at friends is just not particularly compelling."

OK, someone clearly hasn't watched the early 2000's Channel 4 sitcom "Black Books", starring the comedic talents of Dylan Moran, Bill Bailey, and Tamsin Greig.

Nuh-uh

Huh, you found my stash...

Dinoriders fucking ruled!
Second-best dinosaur-themed cartoon, only just coming in behind Cadillacs and Dinosaurs, and closely followed by The Adventures of T-Rex.

You ever drink Bailey's from a shoe?

I remember when I was in the army, we had a lad whose dad was (allegedly) one of the "top financial advisers in the UK".

This kid was, no word of a joke, one of the most useless bastards I've ever encountered in my life. Like absolutely zero life experience, and about as much use as tits on a fish.

Marcus Loew: [Takes long drag of a cigar] "And so we set Margaret Hamilton on fire!"

Mura robh mi cho fuar, bhithinn gad ghearradh.

Excuse you, Tally, that's stereotyping!
I'll have you know my surname is... shit, it begins "Mc"

The cuck table.

Ah, yes, nothing more masculine than dying from Blacklung at the age of 30.

I see what you did there.

I remember the summer where I decided to reslab the part of my parent's garden where the kennels were, and add some drainage for when the old man cleaned out the runs.

The job wasn't helped by the fact that my dad had thought burying broken slabs, bricks and chuckies years back would help drainage.

Maybe Pluribus couldn't, but I'm built different.

Not all slices are cut equally.

I always start with the big bastard first and work round in a clockwise direction.