*Caesar-esque gasp, with imaginary goblet in hand, and Toga flapping in the Cypriot wind (yes the dust is a problem with these whites, only Persil non bio does the business)*
what begins as a vaguely disparaging thread, has unsurprisingly (and fluffily) evolved as a Fan Page to the legend that is Pumpy.
I have just elected myself God of all. You are all permitted to live and breath, as long as the adoration continues.
As you were.
