Happy Monday, y’all:
The only good thing about this Monday is that it’s the start of a four-day week. So let’s have a few fast giggles:
…I fucking wish.
And as for this tart:
Still, if you going to look like anyone… I mean, she could have looked like that Bruce/Kaitlin Jenner man/woman. [no Jenner pic because Mondays are bad enough]
Oh well, I guess if all the Christmas work is done…
Is it just my imagination, or are the weeks getting short? I’m pretty sure that some bastard stole my Saturday… not to mention a couple of my posts. And my email is still fucked (sendee, no receivee).
So to escape Teh Worries, Teh Funneez:
Good question. Let’s ask Brie Bella, twin sister of last week’s Nikki:
Now go away and let me tackle my systems issues… aaaaargh.
From Teddy Dalrymple:
“With luck, the mass impoverishment that is quite likely to strike Great Britain in the near future will prevent the British from going abroad in any numbers, thus slightly raising the cultural level of the rest of the world.”
When I emigrated , the following was written on the Bon Voyage card presented to me by my former colleagues:
“Kim is leaving South Africa for the United States, thus raising the average IQ of both countries.”
Who said statisticians have no sense of humor?
Seen at C.W.’s place a while back, this:
You would have to have a heart of stone not to laugh hysterically. “Diverse rolodex” ?
By the way: the only “beautiful and diverse” thing is an actual rainbow. As a social construct, diversity is unnatural and doomed to failure, but we’ll let the Loonies find that out all by themselves.
As for the title of this post, I have coined it to describe the death process that is intrinsic to Insty’s “Get Woke, Go Broke” expression. So when some organization starts going into the crapper as a result of wokism, we’ll call it “doing the wokey pokey”.
It’s a happy little dance… well, for us, anyway.
Already? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Fuck-Me-It’s-Monday…
So to lighten the load, let’s get silly:
And to continue with the cultural thread:
And just to round off the misery, a classical reference:
That’s enough of that stuff. Here’s a little beauty, someone aptly-named Nikki Bella:
And yes, I know she has a twin named Brie:
…and we’ll look at Brie some other time. Promise.
Now go to work, just like Nikki’s doing.