So with the Chinkvirus thing winding down in Britishland, thousands flocked to the outdoors when the weather warmed up.
With predictable consequences.
Try not to wince.
Category: Funny Stuff
Blithering Idiots
Here’s a priceless piece of governmental stupidity:
It is, as they say nowadays, to LOL.
The question thus begged, especially with the ban on extra-domicile sex, is of course: how the FUCK are you going to enforce all that?
All this nonsense is just clear evidence of government bureaucrats having too much time on their hands, to be able to come up with all these nitpicking stupid rules.
And for those who think we Murkins are much better than that, I invite you to peruse the federal tax code sometime.
Except that the godless fucking I.R.S. is quite capable of, and quite prepared to enforce every last little clause and sub-clause, the fuckers.
The rioters on both sides of the Atlantic are burning the wrong buildings.
Monday Funnies
So here we are, facing an actual Monday for the first time in months — a Monday where the work week begins and one has to go back to the office:
So, reverting to Mondays of yore, a little savage, non-lockdown sick humor:
…as if drinking a Budweiser wasn’t punishment enough.
And seeing as people are going to have to start flying again at some point:
Color me unconvinced. And finally:
Now off with you, and try to avoid punching your boss in the face on your first day back.
Tuesday Funnies
The best thing about a Monday public holiday is that it makes the week shorter, like Hayden Panettiere. In the meantime, there’s still work to be done as we all get on our bikes to get back to work:
And so, a few smiles may be needed:
And speaking of parties:
And to end this post on the same note it started:
Gives the term “biker babe” a whole new meaning, dunnit?
Sure Thing, Boss
Sardines? Not Quite
OMG the Brits are SO lawless, flocking en masse to beaches at the first warm day in ages and overcrowding the place:
Well, I guess it depends on your camera placement, doesn’t it? Here’s the same beach:
Not really that crowded, is it?
Anyway, I don’t care. I don’t do beaches because it’s hot and you get sand in your thingy. Give me a decent bit of lawn any day:
Actually, I hate being in the sun, period, and as for sunbathing… don’t get me started.
I try to learn from the mistakes of others. Besides, you never know what you’ll see in the sun (note the attribution, bottom left):
Ugh, no. I prefer to avoid sunburn (and unfortunate sightings) in the traditional manner:
Indoors, pint, fish & chips, friends (note: that’s The Englishman’s hand, no doubt poised to steal a chip from me).
That is heaven, not sweltering in the sun on some manky beach with sand in bad places.