
And things can only get worse from there…

And in the same vein:








Likewise:


I know, I know: “But Kim, where’s the boobies at?”




So climb into your car, and get to work.

Stuff that makes me laugh

And things can only get worse from there…

And in the same vein:








Likewise:


I know, I know: “But Kim, where’s the boobies at?”




So climb into your car, and get to work.

Inspired by this headline:

…I herewith offer my choices for the three worst-such girls’ names, in no specific order:
…and the vegetarian alternatives:
Your ideas in Comments.


So let’s start with womyns…

...I prefer the Roger Sterling take:

...thus showing more commonsense than the average politician blaming the guns.

...because they’re idiots. See next item:
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...I think all PETA members should be forced to house the rats in their own homes.
From the Lawn Awder Files:

...ah yes, “teens”. Shorter, and easier to spell than “gangs of Black hooligans”.
And speaking of Black hooligans, Over There this time:

...first, they came for the guns. Then, the machetes. And then:

...and after this… screwdrivers? hammers? potato peelers?

...that “gender equity” thing is a bitch, innit?
In “World” News:
From Dept. of Global Cooling Climate Warming Change:

...what? Solar power not working for Finland, then? And:

...that’s page 272 in Das Kapital.

...”give”? Fuck off, Fattie. If your fat ass overflows, buy your fat ass its own seat.

...annnnnnd:

And for more INSIGNIFICA:


...you could start by minding your own fucking business [sic].
And speaking of sexual activity:
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...I know, I know:

...and a few more:


Hey… summer’s coming, right?

Your suggestions in Comments.
From our insufferable apartment management comes this little bit of eco-silliness:

I refrained from pointing out that the energy required to manufacture the snacks and bottle and deliver the “free” water would vastly exceed the puny energy “savings” from our little complex. Talk about “virtue-signaling”…
Now, what other momentous event occurred on April 20th?
Oh yeah, a birthday:

Wherever the bastard is, I hope the temperature is set to BROIL.