Ah yes, our old friend Monday…
So let’s bear up under the strain (shuddup, I haven’t even finished my first gin, waddya expect?):
To make up for that Monday gloom, here’s a true story by The Knuckledragger himself, about a girl named Rhonda, and it’s probably the best thing I’ve read so far this year, anywhere. Well done, Kenny.
And here’s Rhonda Fleming (no relation):
I normally look at these travel articles with a jaundiced eye, as most are just crap. But here’s one I’ll get behind, in spades:
One lake, four countries: Lake Constance is the perfect way to sample the delights of Germany, Austria, Switzerland and Liechtenstein
…and indeed it is. We stayed in Konstanz (at the Hoel Petershof), caught the ferry over to Meersburg, and later drove along the Bodensee’s southern shore to get to Bregenz. We loved it so much that we went back to Meersburg on a later trip, and stayed here:
Here was the view:
…which you may remember as the header for someone else’s blog.
As for the streets:
Yes, that’s the family grunting its way up the steep street from the lake shore.
Come to think of it, I’d love to do a week-long tour of the Lake Constance shoreline, staying in Meersburg, Konstanz and Bregenz along the way. In one of these:
Just do it in spring or summer, because it gets pretty damn cold around the Bodensee* when the sun doesn’t shine.
*by the way, the Germans don’t call it a “sea” (as the idiot writer of the article claims). The German word “see” (pronounced zay ) means “lake”.
Several people have asked me to bring back Sunday’s “Classic Beauty” feature from the old website.
As all that content has lamentably been lost to the vagaries of Teh Intarwebz, this means that I’ll have to re-create the posts from scratch.
Which means hours and hours of looking at (mostly) B&W pics of gorgeous women of yore; a job that is onerous, but which I will gladly undertake as a service to you, my Loyal Readers.
The first one, this Sunday, will start the ball rolling in no uncertain fashion.
My kid sister done posted a pic of herself and me on my 21st birthday party, back in the summer of ’69 ’75:
Kim, the rock star… [snort]
Two years later, I was in the Army:
Sheesh…
…is brought to you today by:
So here we go:
…city government is Democrat, so of course nobody will lose their job over this.
…good thing I don’t live there, or I’d be properly fucked by now, e.g:
…sheesh, it’ll cost more than that just to clean ol’ Bill Clinton’s jizz stains off the walls and floors. And:
…ignoring the irony /stupidity, am I the only one hoping for an addition to the “Death By Covid” column?
Moving on:
…funny how that works.
From the You Can’t Say That! files:
…not that we should care, it being only Twatter.
And from the Dept. of Scaremongering, Climate Warming Cooling Change Division:
…not gonna happen, assholes.
In Woke We Trust:
…instead of “William Peace”, change it to “I Would Never Send My Kids To This” University. Too long, you think?
…Insty morphed into me so slowly, I barely noticed.
…
CANDACE OWENS KICKS NYT ASS
…that is really funny.
…hence the old saying: don’t complain about what you find when you go snooping where you shouldn’t.
And that leads us all to (link-free) INSIGNIFICA:
Finally:
…now that’s an anniversary worth celebrating… not.
Some interesting sights in that link, to be sure.
