Oy… the news has been particularly awful over the past few days. Except for this snippet:
…which is newsworthy only because of its unexpectedness.
But the rest has been the customary shit show.
…not to brag, but my Butterball is already in the freezer, on the advice of some old contacts in the supermarket business. Do ye all likewise.
…the really awful thing is that Mummy Dearest hadn’t taught him how to spell his name before he started school.
From the Heart Of Stone Department:
…and on his way to court, even, thus saving us all the cost of the formality trial.
…what was the middle bit, again?
From the annals of WTF SEX?
…it should be noted that the boys’ parents also need a good talking-to.
…I would suggest that the old goat be tied to a chair so that he can be beaten to death by the townspeople, but someone is no doubt going to have a problem with this.
It’s All A Load Of Old Bollocks
…until the next study comes out.
…and he was so upset, he won the race.
…and my Five Worst such books were once regarded as too over-the-top.
And now, INSIGNIFICA:
…and if my own wife felt the same way, she’d be bonking every guy in the street, because: