Pissed myself!
That line about the game being akin to trying to read a Wheres Wally book that is in the house next door, while cowering behind a desk.
Everytime he tries to read the next page he is savaged by a group of rabid vampire bats. And unbeknownst to him, Truck-a-saurus has chewed a perfectly square hole in the wall behind him, allowing the ingress of a raging panther!
I ROFLED at the random and the good calls
Gotta love the brits hey boys? When their sports fail them miserably, a change in the weather means the sky's gone from light grey to dark grey, and Simon Cowell makes the place look as if they have the testosterone levels of a piece of undercooked North Sea Haddock - at least they have their humour.
Vodka Drinking Sextant. Brilliant.
MODERN WARFARE, MODERN WARFARE, CLUCK CLUCK, BANG - DEAD.