Old-Time Favorites (2)

Following on from last week’s B&W pics, here are some full-color lovelies from the same source:

Alexandra Maria Lara

Amy Smart

Brittany Mason

Carina Tyrrell

Claire Sweeney

Jill St. John

Claire Goose

Danielle Lloyd

Elizabeth Rohm

Juanita Lamas

Kirsty Gallacher

Letitia Dean

Pamela Des Barres

Sharon Corr

Shilpa Shetty

 

As I may have said earlier, I have no idea why these particular pics ended up in some obscure folder on my laptop (other than perhaps the obvious reasons), but anyway, there they are.

News Roundup

Let’s stay with some more Wimmin’s Issues:


...or, just don’t exercise at all.  Problem solved.


...for those all-important BJs during the 7th-inning stretch?  I’ve never played baseball before, but I’ve been told that this is important.


...but, but, but female problems!!!

Speaking of female problems, here’s just a quick look at one:


...the problem being that all women of her age hate her.

Now some Election 2024 News:


...and the result:


...I just don’t think those few dozen votes are going to make much difference, fuckhead.


...looks like the Harris County voters want to keep her as far away from Houston as possible, unsurprisingly.


...actually, not too bad when you consider that with Uber you don’t have to stop en route and change to another vehicle (as you do with the train).  Also, if one assumes that she hadn’t booked her ticket far in advance, there’s this:

...I hope it was at least top-shelf tequila.

Let’s hear from the Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© supporters:


...as long as we can hang you from a lamp pole if it isn’t, Fuckface. [looking for rope]


...ummm oops?

From the Police Blotter:


...and here’s the whole story in a single pic:


And now, the latest PANIC NEWS!!!:


...lessee here:  5 deaths out of 250 million people, therefore a mortality rate of… (carry the four, uhhhh…).  Yep:  when the mortality rate exceeds that of “stabbed to death with carrot”, this definitely calls for mass panic.


...actually, we’re trying to keep ALL kids out of these Commie cesspits, but let’s not split hairs.

And now, some link-free  

   


...let’s have a quick look at the now-48-yr-old Baby Spice, shall we?

 

And one from the earlier years:

Ooooh yes, Baby… Daddy likes.

And that’s the news.

Dead Horse, Beating Of

In this case, the dead horse would be me — or rather, my plans to fly on that fucking Oz airline to their poxy country.  But that’s not what this latest breathless missive is about, oh no:

Hi Kim,

This month, I have some exciting news to share about the investments we’re making to improve your experience with us.

Firstly, our new A220s took to the skies last week. Featuring sleek new comfortable interiors, they offer a more sustainable way to fly across Australia and beyond. We’ve also improved the Qantas App so you can now track your checked baggage on any Qantas operated flight.

This is just the start of the investments and improvements we’re making, and I look forward to keeping you updated.

“Digital Officer”, hey?  Then you’ll have no problem interpreting this digital signal, then:

I’m so glad that Qantarse is getting all those shiny new planes which make flying more “sustainable” (do they even realize how full of shit they sound?), as opposed to simply “more economical”.

It’s just too bad that I’m never going to sit in one.

Back when I was in the customer loyalty business, I remember setting targets as to how often we would try to entice a customer to shop with us — as I recall, after four or five fruitless attempts, we’d give it up as a lost cause.

I’m curious to see how long it will take OzAir to come to that conclusion with me.

Time To Step Up

I hardly ever drink Coca-Cola anymore… no big reason, I just seem to have lost the taste for its battery-acid sweetness.

One of my biggest eye-openers was when I bought a Coke in the Cape Verde Islands back in 1986, and could hardly finish the can.  You see, I’d always thought that Coke was a universal flavor, no matter where you bought it.  Nu-uh.  The super-sweet formula of South African Coke was nothing like the Belgian (?) Coke sold on Ilha Do Sal (yes, the Coke was bottled in Brussels, according to the legend on the can).

Anyway, that was my first exposure to the battery-acid burn of regular Coca-Cola, and once I got used to it, I drank it as much as I had back in Seffrica… until I stopped.  Maybe it was the switch from cane sugar to corn sugar — there is a difference, and I can, or could tell it, even in blind taste tests back when I used to do such things.

Anyway, my Coke consumption is now about… I dunno, maybe a few cans a year, and usually only when I can’t think what else to drink.  We keep maybe a 6-pack in the house, mostly in case visitors might want some, and when it’s gone I don’t exactly rush to restock it in the garage fridge.

That may have to change.  You see, Coca-Cola is now apparently a Zionist drink, according to these fucking loons, who have resorted to damaging stores — even very popular ones — who sell the stuff.  All this because Coke has a distribution center on Israel’s West Bank, and the Pals think that the WB is theirs and Israel is The Great Invader / Colonizer or something, I can’t be bothered to keep up with whatever is riling them up these days.

Were I in charge of such things at Coca-Cola, I’d close the operation in the West Bank and move it to, I dunno, somewhere outside Tel Aviv — thus causing the Arab workers in the WB plant to lose their jobs along the way.  But that’s just me.

Take the time, however, to read the article linked, because unusually for the Daily Mail, it’s a sound piece of actual journalism as used to be commonplace but is no longer.

The British “Friends of al-Aqsa” organization is, like the American Council for Islamic Relations (CAIR), one of those festering pustules in Western society who, while being all about keeping relationships friendly with their host societies, are in fact nothing more than terrorsymps who, if they had their way, would impose Shari’a law in a heartbeat.

Wait a minute, Kim, I hear you say, calling them “terrorsymps” is a little harsh.

Really?  Attacking a store and its owner just for stocking Coca-Cola, and causing him to stop selling it — terrorism isn’t just blowing up buildings and flying airliners into skyscrapers, you know.  And this kind of thing happens everywhere — everywhere — when the Muslim population of country reaches even as little as 5% of the total.  (And Bradford, where the above bullshit happened, has a Muslim population which — forget that piddly 5% — is closer to 30% of the area’s total.  Small wonder that they can rampage around at will for the slightest excuse, such as a store having the temerity to sell Coca-Cola.)

Frankly, I’d have no problem at all with putting an asterisk in our own First Amendment which says in effect “except for Islam and its practitioners”.

But I can’t do that, of course, so I think I’ll just put on my yarmulka and go buy a case of Coke.  Because fuck ’em.