Because I thought Sunday’s date was October 30, yesterday’s post would have appeared today, except I caught the mistake late last night.
Everybody got that? (I can go over the middle bit again…)
Sorry about that. Here’s a pic of a gun to make everyone feel better:
Hey, Winston Churchill used one to kill fuzzy-wuzzies, so how bad can it be?
Guy gets fired, is pissed off about it, goes home, fetches a gun, goes back to his former place of employment and starts voicing his grievance by shooting people.
This being rural Nebraska, however, there just happens to be a shotgun lying around, so the aggrieved assumes room temperature, but sadly, only after killing two people.
Of course, had he not looked down the naughty end of a shotgun, there’s no telling how many more people he’d have killed because as usual, the police were miles away — but that’s not the way it’ll be reported.
Few links today because not many of them are worth it.
…Biden claims to have an alibi.
…okay, I may have edited this one slightly.
…fuck me, they’re smuggling in Canadians now?
…because they’ve solved all other crimes in the area, you see, and they have nothing better to do.
…as the Great Cultural-Mingling Experiment continues.
…and instead of firing these little shits, the Millennial bosses are caving. I don’t know which group to despise more.
…in our continuing game of “guess the ethnicity of the shooter”, one Keuntae McElroy, 21.
…
…I’m sorry, I can’t type any more because my huge Schadenboner is getting on the way.
Thus, INSIGNIFICA:
And just to show that Halloween has a little upside:
If all that doesn’t scare you off to work, nothing will. Although, that said, we’ll always have the classy Charlotte Hawkins and Susannah Reid:
Ah yes…
So here we go, trying to get off the horns, and what better way to start than to utter these heartfelt words:
And speaking of drinking, this is an actual headline from a newspaper…
…YA THANK ????????
“The numbers show people aren’t really interested in bolt actions. Let’s make a three-hour episode on bolt actions!“
I’d always thought that I knew pretty much everything there is to know about Mauser bolt action rifles. How wrong I was.
Oy… the news has been particularly awful over the past few days. Except for this snippet:
…which is newsworthy only because of its unexpectedness.
But the rest has been the customary shit show.
…not to brag, but my Butterball is already in the freezer, on the advice of some old contacts in the supermarket business. Do ye all likewise.
…the really awful thing is that Mummy Dearest hadn’t taught him how to spell his name before he started school.
From the Heart Of Stone Department:
…and on his way to court, even, thus saving us all the cost of the formality trial.
…what was the middle bit, again?
From the annals of WTF SEX?
…it should be noted that the boys’ parents also need a good talking-to.
…I would suggest that the old goat be tied to a chair so that he can be beaten to death by the townspeople, but someone is no doubt going to have a problem with this.
It’s All A Load Of Old Bollocks
…until the next study comes out.
…and he was so upset, he won the race.
…and my Five Worst such books were once regarded as too over-the-top.
And now, INSIGNIFICA:
…and if my own wife felt the same way, she’d be bonking every guy in the street, because:
