
So let’s exchange the shouts for a few giggles.










And now, some stuff to help you open your eyes on this Monday morning:

By the way: next week’s Funnies’ theme will be “All About The Color Red”. Try to contain your excitement.

So let’s exchange the shouts for a few giggles.










And now, some stuff to help you open your eyes on this Monday morning:

By the way: next week’s Funnies’ theme will be “All About The Color Red”. Try to contain your excitement.
I’ve been in a Ferrari State Of Mind recently — no idea why, it’s just there — so for the past two weeks my laptop’s wallpaper has been this one:

Yup, it’s Alan Fearnley again.
Anyway, I decided to make change, but the Scuderia thing was still strong, so:

“Why do you keep me waiting, cara mia?”
“Just two more minutes, I promise.”
I love this picture.

I can earnestly recommend Lord HardThrasher’s series on the Allied bombing campaign in WWII Europe. (He sounds exactly like Mr. Free Market would sound, if Mr. FM could be arsed to do a show about the military.)
He spares nobody, and I mean nobody. (Ignore the occasional anti-Trump digs; he’s just swinging his saber indiscriminately.) He is, of course, especially scornful of the Nazis.
Greatest Living English Historian? I report, you decide.

Here we go again:

I don’t care about the story’s content or subject — on my interest scale, the hobbies of little fegelehs who jump into water rank somewhere below the sex lives of tarantulas — but FFS.
The knitting term is “PURL” and not “pearl”, you illiterate fucking scum of the earth.
There will come a time when I go over to Britishland and pay a visit to the offices of the Daily Mail, carrying my trusty cricket bat. It will not be a pleasant site*.

*I know. I just thought I’d pass it on. Or you can take it as a pun. Whatever.