If ever we need to be reminded that today’s (so-called) young men are a bunch of whiny twerps, here’s additional proof (and carries an extreme barf warning). One example should suffice:
And out of all the “Best Of Bread” memes in the article, only one guy seems to have a little spunk:
But as for the rest? Sheesh; it is, as they say, to puke.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range before I start growing breasts.
Why G6.5 and not G7? Because CanuckPM GirlyBoy Trudeau is really only worth half a country, as witnessed by God-Emperor Trump’s comments on tariffs:
Or, as The Last Refuge ungrammatically puts it, “Tariffs are only illegal when the U.S. does it”.
If ever there are two photos which reflect the difference between the Obama and Trump administrations:
The body language is priceless. (On the right, that’s John Bolton trying to keep a straight face. Even the JapPM is unimpressed.)
Trump thinks: “I wish the Kraut bitch would shut up. I’ve got a 2.30 tee time.”
Your suggestions as to what he’s thinking, in Comments.
According to reports, BritPrince Harry will be living with his new Hollywood wife in a tiny village in the Cotswolds area of Oxfordshire, out in the west of Britishland — and from personal experience, I can attest to the place’s extraordinary beauty. There is a silver lining to his cloud (the cloud being his bossy, oh-so modern and trendy spouse): his “local” will be the Falkland Arms, and a pretty place it is too…
Alert Readers will notice the presence of Britain’s best brewery on the sign, which means that Harry, a renowned drinker in his youth, will be able to drink pints of Wadworth 6X… assuming his health-Nazi wife allows him to ever visit the place, that is.
Oy. The story is as follows: female recruit can’t handle bayonet training, gets cussed out by the instructor, bursts into tears — and the instructor is now facing a court-martial because feewings.
I’d put in a little excerpt from the article, except that it would cause all veterans’ blood pressure to soar and the howls of outrage would upset all the other people in the cubicle farm*.
And the Brits expect their army to go to war… it is, as they say, to laugh.
*I know that most of you read this website at work. Don’t bother lying to me.
Yikes. From Britishland:
Sainsbury’s is to introduce touch-free packaging ‘to help millennials who are squeamish about handling raw meat’
I award this piece of news three (out of five) Flakeys.
Anyone care to place a bet on how long this marriage will last, or how long it will take before Hubby has an affair?
…and I’ll also give 2-1 odds that the sex wasn’t that great, either.
Myself, I wouldn’t take any of those bets.
Of course, he might also be some pussified beta man who was prepared to wait for three (!!!) years to get laid, and still thinks that she’s within her rights to deny him sex now that they’re married.
If I were to let my imagination run riot, I could see other possibilities:
I’m also prepared to accept the power of “AND” in all the above scenarios, but I don’t think I’m too far off on any of them, though.