Following on from yesterday’s post on those two $950k houses, imagine trying to get “planning permission” in Wales for the following:
“Snowballs in Hell” comes to mind…
Category: Funny Stuff
Monday Funnies
A reminder from the Classical Period:
And on the subject of dirty Commies:
Ahem…
And speaking of rural scenery:
And if we’re going to get really dirty:
That’s it for the week.
Never Have I Ever
- Made a New Year’s resolution. Because I refuse to let other people tie me down to anything*, so why should I do it to myself? Something you may want to change about yourself might occur at any time during the year anyway, so why set some arbitrary date for its commencement?
- Fired a blackpowder muzzle-loading musket or rifle.
Some of my Readers (and you know who you are) have tried to assure me that this brass cartridge case thing is just a passing fad; I may be conservative, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep up with the times, when appropriate. (I have fired several such handguns, e.g. a Colt Dragoon and Navy Colt, and it was a huge PITA, whether it was in the preparation, the actual shooting, or the clean-up afterwards.) - Bought anything at a Hallmark Crown store, or any place that sells only candles. I have no idea how these establishments ever came to be, and their continued existence remains a mystery to me. Then again, I’m a man and we don’t go to places like this. Maybe when they start carrying ammo…
Fell free to add your “never done that” things, in Comments.
*unless it’s to a bed, and then only in very special circumstances.
Monday Funnies
And in the classics:
So let’s get busy being sick ‘n stuff:
So seeing that ’tis the season:
And while we’re on that train of thought:
Now get on with it… whatever “it” is for you.
Monday Funnies
And in the Classics:
So on we go…
And on that topic, some more victims of Glueball Womening:
And:
And A Not-So Joyeux Noël To You
In our family’s Great Catholic Tour of Europe back in 2008, we ended our trip in Paris in late December.
Most unusually, I got sick — some kind of Frog flu — and so when the kids wanted to go out and join the crowds in the Champs-Élysées on New Year’s Eve, we sent them off with a couple bottles of cheap champagne, hoping like hell that they wouldn’t disappear from our lives forever. They didn’t, of course, even though there were about 600,000 people jammed along that famous Paris thoroughfare, all partying like frat boys. As the city of Paris made travel on the Metro free from 6pm till 6am on Jan 1, the kids went from our apartment on the Place de la Bastille all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe and had the time of their lives.
(yes, it was also witch’s tit cold)
I wouldn’t think of doing that nowadays, of course, but never mind because:
The Champs-Élysées has been Paris’s symbolic place for celebrations since the Liberation parade in 1944. This is the year it ends.
Paris has canceled the iconic New Year’s Eve concert on the Champs-Élysées due to security threats (by migrants; they won’t say it’s because of migrants, and they will never address the problem). They are at the point of no return.
Now the French will have to watch the fireworks on their televisions.
They brought it on themselves, of course: the French brought Africa into France, and have discovered that in so doing, they’ve not turned Africans into Frenchmen, but France into Africa.
Telle stupidité.