Does anyone know anything about blubbleblubbleblubble [*gasp*] blubble?

Why, look at how many people embrace the bagpipes, figuratively and literally. With the likes of them running loose in the streets, feeling touched by the pathos of Piglet and Eeyore puts you positively among the common ruck.

Water scares me and scarey shit makes me wet.

It’s horrible. I try not to look.

But it lives in my bathroom, in a thing called ‘the mirror’.

Why, I was in there just a moment ago, and – aaarrrgghhh!!

Going back to the saddest sight in the world - this surely has to be a very old person eating ice cream on Shanklin Beach. In the winter. In the rain. Alone. And crying. :(

What about an old man alone in the Greyhound, on Christmas day morning, sobbing in his pint of bitter along to "Angels" by Robbie Williams?

I'm in love with Robbie Williams. Have I mentioned that before at all?

It was HORRIBLE. When Lynskey and Cel got to the pub Robin and I were very grateful for the validation: "SEE? we're out with FRIENDS!"

The saddest sight in the world? Any man wearing a girdle.

Not so sad sight = man wearing a griddle.

You came all this way to tell us that? God bless you, CJ. You are the sweetness of the world.

Now, about wearing griddles. Clearly, the head is the appropriate placement, as you need to keep it balanced. Duct-taping a griddle to one's heinie is only acceptable in cases of impending attack.

Given this imperative of cranial emplacement, allow me to recommend a much finer alternative: a skillet. It may, in a pinch, serve the same purposes as a griddle (less capaciously, perhaps, but adequately) and, if inverted, is more stylish.

Please note: for the sake of safety, the handle should extend behind one's head, rather than protrude frowardly. I do not know about you folks, but few of my friends or acquaintance are in the habit of wearing goggles, and with the well-known tendencies of Askadrunkites to pitch forward unexpectedly, their eyesight could be imperiled.

Assuming you have any friends or acquaintance. (CJ being excepted here as an obviously well-socialized being.)

I have a solution to the eye-stabbing handle problem : the wok. Stylish protective headwear, emergency drinking vessel and hard-wearing frisbee all rolled into one.

if pushed, I prefer a reasonable stockpot, I'm less inclined to favour unreasonable ones, of course. As you were.

"Does anyone know anything about blubbleblubbleblubble [*gasp*] blubble"

absolutely, I do! I would require an enema first before I could discuss it with you though.

who wouldn't? oh, me

With friends like you, who needs enemas?

http://www.soundproofmagazine.com/images/articles/1688/BOTB_Zooey_Katy_main.jpg

seems only reasonable

I'm rather fond of the Deschanel lady. Ms Perry should be left in the cold at one of the poles, north or south, I can't remember.

either's fine

Where, btw, is the West Pole?

I believe it's in the west