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Let’s pour that stuff on our hotdogs… wait, did I say wieners?


West Hollywood and Greenwich Village are on lockdown, just in case.


they’re gonna need them all when Russia invades their country, you see.


...it’s not the wangers that will offend them, but the hurricane of farts.


thus making German street signs doubleplus unreadable, e.g.:

Still in Euroland:


...sometimes, I envy the French.


...ah, for the proper treatment of these woke asshole lawyers, see the next item:


...looks like Britishland might as well import these Muslim customs, seeing as they’re allowing all the others.


...”urging”:  no;  “scourging”:  oh hell yes.  We could start that process Over Here, if the Brits need any guidelines.

From the Dept. of Global Warming Climate Cooling Change:


...hell, New Yorkers can’t even use garbage disposal units.  Gas stoves are nothing.


...no whistling, got it.  Straight to rape, then?

And INSIGNIFICA reports:

     

...which is all very well — until Lizzo wears them at her next concertAssuming, that is, that there’s enough denim in the world.

Finally:


...I think the legal term for this is “asking for trouble”.

I was going to post pics of the above event, but no.  Just… no.  Instead, here’s a pic of Shania Twain, who’s never going to have oral sex on stage:

And that’s all the news worth summarizing… sheesh.

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From the Dept. of Global Cooling Climate Warming Change:


...thus proving once and for all that climate alarmism is a religion, not science.


...and all because he wants to raise the retirement age in France from 62 to… 64.


...go on social media and call someone a nigger, however, and you’ll soon find out that the London fuzz’s “hate detection rate” is close to 100%.


...keyword:  Australia (where else?)


...Belt And Road Initiative, say hello to Africa.


...following in Her Filthiness’s bloodstained footsteps.


...well, it’s difficult to recognize a face when a Covid Cop’s boot is on your neck

From the Dept. of Work-From-Home Non-Workers (no links, just accept):


...sheesh.  They didn’t call him the “Dirty Digger” for nothing.

And speaking of stupid people:


...except that technically she wasn’t his wife, and the legal fees are going to eat up whatever he scores from this lawsuitSic semper idiota.


...can you say “Cherry 2000”, children?  I knew you could.

From the INSIGNIFICA Files:

 

...and who can honestly say they’ve never wanted to shit on near a Clinton?

Finally, our Paige 3 Report:


And in other Paige News:

But back to golf:

And that’s all the news fit to summarize.

Dry Well

I warned y’all yesterday that there’s not much to write about these days — unless I’m to write about Britishland’s Royal Family and the price of fucking eggs Over Here.

Or maybe I’m just getting jaded, what with all the bullshit that’s been flying around recently.  Sheesh, it’s even difficult to find content for the one-liner News Roundup…

Here’s Uberti’s version of the Remington 1890 Police model, this one in the manly .44-40 chambering (although unlike the original, it’s available in other calibers):

More later, if anything pops up.  Don’t hold your breath.

Not As Advertised

I always laugh when I see someone’s normal reaction to a pic like this:

“Ooooh,” they coo, “that looks so relaxing.”

Really?

If you have that reaction, then you’ve never actually been in one.  Getting into it is fraught with danger — it usually takes three or four attempts the first time — and if you just jump into the thing, there’s always the chance that the whole apparatus will detach itself from the ceiling or beam and you’ll come crashing to the floor.

Once you’re in, assuming you eventually manage it, there are still more dangers.  You can’t roll over, because the balance changes and you’ll be swinging around until motion sickness sets in.  Basically, all you can do is read or sleep.  Good luck trying to reach for a drink if you get thirsty, because most likely you’ll either knock the side table over or spill the icy beverage all over yourself, or both.

I know;  you’re thinking about sex with your squeeze in that thing, aren’t you?

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