When Willem Alberts heard his opposite number was Jacques Burger, all he could think of was the next meal. At Fergburger.
South Africa just put an eighty-burger on the hapless Namibians. Continue reading
Kill the Malaysian Prime Minister and then do some box jumps, you big showpony.
For the second match in a row, Zoolander has disappeared. It’s like that part of the film where he goes down into the mine with his family, blacks up and then jumps out to startle one of the miners. Except the Spies version never even jumps out. Continue reading
Digging Like a Demented Mole 