Responding to yesterday’s post about Glen Fohdry single malt, Reader Roy waxed rhapsodic about various single malt Scotches, ending with:
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still like fine bourbon whiskey too.
…which reminded me of the old homo joke: “Women are okay, but they’re not like the real thing.”
I feel the same way about bourbon.
Ol’ C.W. entitled this photo: Night Flight Over L.A.:
I don’t know much about modern aircraft, but I don’t see a bomb sight anywhere…
Yep, it’s fuggenMonday again, and I feel just as motivated. So let’s have a giggle:
And a couple-three non-vegans:
Attagurrrrlz…
…sparked by this story:
Anyone who’s ever lived in a large city will know exactly what I’m talking about.
Ahhhhh, when it’s a Bank Holiday (U.S. “long”) weekend, can the Train Smash Women be far behind?
Of course not: they’re quite up front [sic] :
And, as usual, all over the place:
As we used to say (back when one could say such things): “Take her ‘ome, Jimmy; she’s ready.”
Follow the link: there are approximately half a dozen regrettable decisions in every pic.
Okay, this “new week, new challenges” nonsense is getting out of hand, and crap like this doesn’t help:
Given infinite time, any task can be completed. Quite clearly, the stupid Danish tart never had a scumbag boss telling her that it had to be done by five or she’d lose her job.
But let’s get on with Teh Funneez:
And finally:
So just to add a little non-narcotic anti-depression:
