Apparently last week’s Funnies were too silly, so today we’ll go all cerebral, with historical references, brain teasers and stuff.
(this may become a series on this website)
And now some interfaith adorableness:
And an exercise in relativity:
Finally: also from last week, there were a few (hundred) moans about the modesty of the ladies’ clothing, so today we’ll make things just a tad racier:
Now off you go to work, and make your own party.
Try not to kill anyone.
Eh, anyone could have seen this one coming:
The United Kingdom showcased its submission to mass immigration on Tuesday by flying the Pakistani flag above its most important Anglican church.
Footage shared across the X platform showed the flag of Pakistan flying above Westminster Abbey.
According to the Pakistan High Commission, the flag was hoisted to celebrate Pakistan Day, a national holiday commemorating the adoption of the first Constitution of Pakistan.
Of course, there’s nothing wrong with flying a Muslim flag over a Christian cathedral… during Holy Week, the most important event on the Christian calendar.
FFS, I’m an atheist and even I’m offended by this blatant example of ummah.
I’m not talking about Dave Chappelle, Eddy Murphy or Wanda Sykes; that’s Black humor.
I’m talking about black humor, which has always made me giggle. Here’s one example:
Another:
…and still another:
Of course, when FJB / whoever-the-Socialists-maneuver-into-the-nomination “wins” the 2024 election with 200 million mail-in votes cast, that won’t be funny as much as prophecy.
Still laughing?
Apparently, last week’s Funnies were too… uh, close to the bone, so to speak. So today we’ll clean it all up and make it G-rated. You have been warned…
And apparently, all those nekkid asses last week were A Cheek Too Far, so:
You request, I comply. Now off to work you go.
I’ve spoken before of my distaste for “holidays” which simply serve as a catalyst for “social drinking”, not the least because like New Year’s Eve, they put a whole bunch of amateur drinkers out on the streets and behind the wheel of a car.
Most egregious of these is St. Patrick’s Day: a time when, as the marketing goes, everyone turns Irish and drinks Guinness, Bushmills and Tullamore Dew.
Except me. This would be like commemorating “St. Boromir Day” when I wear a Cossack hat and drink chilled neat vodka till I fall over. What a farce.
Still, let me not be a killjoy. There are always the costumes:
Makes you proud to be “Irish”, dunnit?
Caught unawares by the sudden arrival of Monday, were we?
Well, never mind. Let’s continue along the same track, so to speak:
