Poking Fun

I like the way this guy works:

Ben Reid, from England, recently spent a few weeks on holiday around Italy and learned that many locals were quite specific about their food.

The English man was constantly chastised for making ‘adjustments’ to his meals – such as dipping his croissant in coffee, and pouring water into his espresso.

Ben eventually started ‘trolling’ strangers with bizarre acts. 

However, the act that evoked the most condemnation was cutting spaghetti with scissors.

Two waiters actually went up to Ben and told him he ‘wasn’t allowed’ to consume his food like that.

‘You have to roll the pasta with your fork, you cannot cut it with scissors. People will think you’re an idiot,’ the waiter said, and then confiscated the scissors.

Brilliant.  I’m just surprised he wasn’t scolded for not having a glass of wine with his dinner.

I do the same kind of thing in Chinese restaurants by using a fork instead of chopsticks.  Let ’em sneer or roll their eyes, I don’t care.

Monday Funnies

So here we go.  First up, there’s government bureaucracy, as explained by Jordan Coombe:

Waddya expect?  It’s MONDAY, FFS.  So how about some random PG totty,then?

So listen to Teacher, and get stuck into the week.

Proper Ranking

From my friends at the Texas State Rifle Association:

Let’s just look at that for a moment:

  • Grand Prize:  an old rifle, last used in the 19th century, firing a black powder cartridge that’s mostly unavailable except to hobbyists and reloaders
  • Consolation Prize: the Mattel AR-15 Plastic Fantastic

LOL.

Hey, I didn’t set the competition up, they did.


En passant:  I fired the 71/84 once, and like a most black powder shooting, it was a lot of fun, but very messy. [insert sex joke here]

Monday Funnies

Yeah, it’s Monday morning, and after a heavy Sunday night’s boozing, you just woke up next to Lizzo.

‘Nuff said.  So:

Yeah, yeah… yuk it up, assholes, as you count the eight .45 entry holes in your mid-section.

The Finnish government are as big a bunch of fucking killjoys as our own.  Who knew?

Anyway, to end this post on a positive note:

Yeah, yeah, I know:  “Never mind the chick, check out all those ammo boxes.”

And to see us out of the cornfield and into the week: