Ladies and Gentlemen, and those who aren’t Quite Sure, please welcome the latest addition to the ranks of Train Smash Women: Rupert Murdoch’s granddaughter!
Now read the full catastrophe… and she’s only 21.
Ladies and Gentlemen, and those who aren’t Quite Sure, please welcome the latest addition to the ranks of Train Smash Women: Rupert Murdoch’s granddaughter!
Now read the full catastrophe… and she’s only 21.
So instead of lyin’ about, let’s try to get the ol’ smileyface working:
And:
And now, a quiz. What do all four of these ladies have in common?
A: They’re all consuming things that are considered bad for your health.
You dirty-minded bastards.
Of course, I have to fill up New Wife’s car sometime today. Thank God it’s a Fiat 500.
OGIM… and the week’s workload beckons.
So, on with the show:
And on that note, someone named Kaitlin Bennett (no, I don’t know either, but she seems nice):
Oh… that Kaitlin Bennett. Predictably, she has the Left in full attack mode, which means she’s on our side.
So you thought that finding fire hydrants, traffic lights and pedestrian crossings were difficult?
Seen at Powerline:
Sent to me by the Englishman:
This shit is getting out of hand.
As Britons finally begin to slip the surly bonds of lockdown and once again venture into the pleasures of public intoxication, I ask myself: can Train Smashdom once again rear its wonderful… errr, head?
Apparently so. And I would be remiss if I didn’t show at least a few of them.
What I like almost as much is that Stout Bulldogs were not going to let a little thing like icy temperatures or freezing rain prevent them from taking the grandchildren out for some fish ‘n chips:
Bravo, all of you. Sadly, the restrictions were eased too late for us to enjoy the Train Smash Grand Prix — a.k.a. the Grand National at Aintree:
…but there’s always next year.