“The hell with Monday. I’m not going out.”

And from the classics:

And in the same spirit:







And while we’re there:







So going back to our very first pic, let’s look for an alternative:

Be careful out there.
“The hell with Monday. I’m not going out.”

And from the classics:

And in the same spirit:







And while we’re there:







So going back to our very first pic, let’s look for an alternative:

Be careful out there.

And our classical reminder:

Before we continue, a quick note: if you’ve seen any of the memes and jokes on these pages before, remember that I’m still using the old laptop. So…













Let’s roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of summer again:



And if your car or something needs a “special” wash after all that, this might be a good time.


And our weekly classic:

So on to the usual collection of outrage, crap and smut:















And speaking of tongue-busters:


Now give head on out to the rest of the week.
Saw this breathless statement over at Insty’s:
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Big fat hairy deal. Only 327x? Going from memory, let’s look at some relative increases* in the costs of goods and services since the early 1940s, shall we?
Groceries: 353x
Gasoline: 417x
Electricity (when it’s not browning out): 330x
Apartment rental: 472x
Housing cost per sq.ft: 488x
Bourbon whiskey: 270x (congratulations, Jim Beam; yours is the only commodity that’s still more-or-less affordable)
Large automobiles: 634x
College tuition: 729x
In fact, our mythical “AI researcher”, even at his current earning level, still won’t be able to buy a car or a house; rent an apartment; pay his utility bills; be able to drive cross-country without taking his bank manager along; or pay for his kids’ college tuition.
Yet somehow Oppie managed to do all that, and more, on his pitiful Manhattan Project salary.
*Okay, I made all those numbers up, but I bet they aren’t far off the mark. Hat tip:

Via Ace of Spades, I see two lovely bits of information. The second one comes first, and it involves swinging, but not the “ethical non-monogamy” kind. We’re talking political swings:

Of course, my baleful gaze is immediately directed towards the bottom end of the chart, where the dying (not soon enough) Baby Boomers are still clinging onto their hippiedom:

Are you serious?
FFS, I’m 70 years old and I cannot conceive of any rhyme or reason why after all this time I would start wearing that old Che Guevara t-shirt again, or wearing a peace amulet and saying “Far out!” (except to embarrass my children, of course).
But if you look at pics of all the White morons screaming indignantly at ICE or whatever, they’re all grey-haired old farts waving their wrinkled arthritic fists in the air and chanting “Hey, hey, LBJ! How many kids did you kill today?” because their addled brains got all confused and they can’t remember the current idiotic chants because they forgot their cheat sheets (helpfully printed out for them by ActBlue) back at home, underneath their well-thumbed copies of the New York fucking Times. Screaming old shrews and addled neo-Marxist fuckheads, the lot of them.
Not for the first time, I’m embarrassed by my own age group, and the sooner they all die the better.
And yes, I’ll gladly include myself among that number if it will help bring about the demise of the rest of them.
What we need is another Kent State Moment, but at The Villages this time.
Okay, I forgot the first piece of information from Ace’s post. What was it again? (It’s hard to remember when your senses are blinded by a Red Curtain Of Blood.)
Oh yeah, this priceless line:
LOL. If the most “recognizably masculine” figure in your political party is Barack Obama…

…you may as well rename it the “Womyn & Girlyboys’ Empowerment Collective” — oh wait, that’s what they are already.
Pathetic losers, they and their addled 65+ supporters.

And our classical reminder:

So on with the show because #WhyNot:













And speaking of inappropriate touching:



What did you expect, relevance? It’s Monday, FFS.