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...just throwing this out there, but:  maybe it wasn’t an accident?


...I bet there are a whole bunch of American women who’d like to do the same Over Here — and as a bonus, the Ukes would have a far more “diverse” army, if you get my drift.  And in the same vein:


...I misread the third word up there, and thought they were being sarcastic.

And speaking of Catholics:


...no comment.


...his name no doubt having been taken from the Chicago voter rolls.

And in our new weekly feature, PAIGE 3:


...girl sure “wows” me (if that’s the word I’m thinking about).


...can’t say I blame him.  Would live there in a heartbeat, myself.

 
...that’s because we pass on some of our brain power to our sons, so they can continue to win more Nobel Prizes for mathematics and science than their sisters.


...hippie invasion to begin in 5…6…3…7…2… dude, whatever.


...and considering who said that, you need to lock up your sons… and grandsons, just to be on the safe side.

 
...like visiting a lion safari park on foot, and complaining when you get clawed and bitten.

And in link-less INSIGNIFICA:

 


…...tried all eight, back in in my youth. False advertising, nothing earth-shattering.

And now our Health Feature, with some yoga:

Quit yer gawking, and get to work.

Ummm No

Once again, somebody’s been visiting another planet where the cities have the same names as those on Earth:

WEST COAST COOL From lively bars to beautiful landscapes and iconic landmarks – Seattle is the USA’s hippest city

Somebody’s been traveling under the influence of Ambien, or something.

Or maybe this report was filed in 1988 and they only got round to publishing it now.  Whatever, here are a few of the beautiful landscapes in Seattle:

…and I wasn’t even trying.

If someone visits Seattle as a result of having read this article, they should sue the stupid newspaper.  Talk about fake news…

Bygone Broads

These are not of the Classical Beauty ilk — although many would qualify if they’d been around in the B&W era — but rather, have featured as the objects of desire of teenage boys, and therefore would have been on wall posters in the aforesaid’s foul bedrooms, next to those of the Lamborghini Countach and Ferrari Testarossa.

Nowadays, of course, teenage boys’ bedroom walls contain posters of cartoon characters like Iron Man, Star Wars and crap like that.  I don’t know where or even if boys have posters of beautiful women — on the micro-screens of their poxy phones, most likely.

Here’s a sample of what I’m talking about:

Lucy Pinder

 

et cetera.  More of this type upon request.