When this is what faces you on Monday:
…it’s time to start thinking about getting away from it all:
And here’s a small incentive to get outta here and fly to exotic climes:
Of course, you’ll never actually see anything like that, but it’s all part of the dream, innit?
Ah FFS, here we go again with this Monday shit:
So to help you roll that fucking boulder uphill for the umpteenth time in your life, here’s Teh Funny:
And finally, a Reader suggested I look up some bint named Rachel Skarsten, so I did:
I report, you decide… although, to be honest, she’s a trifle skinny for my taste, e.g.:
Now finish getting yer clothes on, and go to work.
Yup. So let’s get the giggles going, because how else to cope (other than with gunfire, that is), when the week looks like going down the toilet already?
Here’s an interesting take on signs or doorknobs for the bathrooms:
Leave Australia, and never come back.
So finish that bath and get on with it:
Reader and Buddy FredZ sends this to me from the Great White Space.
I absolutely cannot imagine any activity more Canadian.
With all this talk of slavery going around, it means it’s time to remind all you peasants that it’s time to get back to work for The Man:
…just so you can pay taxes to the Gummint (I’m going to quit now, before people start committing suicide). Anyway, considering my issues with Microfuckingsoft last week:
Enough of that shit. Let’s explore more heartwarming things:
…and double the child support.
Wait, I need the Stars ‘n Bars to make this post complete.
Have fun taunting the Lefties, y’all.
As we speak, the Austrian F1 Grand Prix is only about ten days away. Yup, a starting ceremony dedicated to giving a blowjob to BLM, followed by the usual 95-minute parade lap. I can hardly wait.
That said, I think the Russian GP is going to be even more boring:
Insty puts it best: “People only buy Russian when they can’t afford the good stuff.”