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So let’s slip into the female anatomy:


I’m good on the exterior stuff:  boobs, hoo-hah, shoulders, feet etc.  The interior parts?  None of my business.


parole?  What about flaying, daily scourging and / or impaling?


because adding “terrorism” to “murder” will just make it doubleplusungoodAnd what about Remington and Browning semi-autos?  Oh, never mind.


probably just wanted to exclude all that White supremacist “logic ‘n rhetoric ” stuff from the debate, to be replaced with shouting, chanting and drums.


their state, their laws — just like SCOTUS intended.


of course it does.  Best cheese in the world, evvah.


just laying the ground for when the crime of non-payment of taxes results in summary execution.  You heard it here first.


sounds a lot, until you discover that her Las Vegas gig pays a million bucks a night.


that’s a real mood-killer, but not as bad as an actual killer:


not the best outcum, was it? (sp)

And in (link-free) INSIGNIFICA:

oy.

And finally:


not surprising, really.  As my old friend, the late, great Scot Bob Hill used to say:  “Och, you wi’ yer smearred makeup, yer scabby skin — yer so durrty, so slutty, so nasty… yer just ma type.”

 

All I can say is that ol’ Jenny’s come a long way since singing backup for Lynyrd Skynyrd… <eyecross>

Hurts, Don’t It?

In the Kurt Russell movie Tombstone, Wyatt Earp catches a guy whipping a horse in the face — whereupon he snatches the quirt from the man’s hand and whips him across the face, and when the oaf whimpers Earp says quietly, “Hurts, don’t it?”

Over the weekend, about half a dozen people sent me this video of someone getting a taste of his own medicine;  and I have to warn you now, if at the end your Schadenböner isn’t straining at your zipper, we’ve can’t be friends anymore.

We need more of this — a LOT more of this.

Sorry, I have to go and watch it again;  I am so weak…


Fixed the link, thanks for the heads-up.

Monday Funnies

Oh…whatever made you think it was Monday?

So while we’re waiting for the caffeine to kick in…


and if you know why that’s funny, shame on you.

And for us Olde Pharttes:

Now stop dreaming about those evil memories, and get to work.

The Other Side Of The Cap

Last time, we looked at Juan-les-Pins.  Today, we’ll go about a mile east across Cap- d’Antibes, and look at the far-less trendy Antibes itself — which I have to say, I prefer to its glitzy neighbor now that I think about it.  Here it is:

I don’t know if Antibes is an older town than JLP, but it certainly feels older:

Ex-Drummer Knob and I had dinner here — not at this exact restaurant, but two doors down, and the meal with wine came to just around $30 each.  Other out-of-season prices are also reasonable, more so than across the Cap:

Five euros for a glass of squeezed OJ is one-fifth the cost of the same in Juan-les-Pins…

Also, in Antibes you don’t get sunsets because it faces to the east.  Of course, that means beautiful sunrises:

I have to stop doing these posts, because they are making the old feet start to twitch uncontrollably… or maybe that’s just the onset of Parky’s.

Which would make it all the more imperative to get over there soon.