Monday Funnies

No prizes for guessing which one is Monday and which one is me in this cheerful little scenario.

Anyway…

Looking at his “grouping”, the dude needs to order a lot more pizzas.

Now let me be the first to celebrate February:



 

And on that topic:

Now get on with yer week.  That AR-15 isn’t gonna shoot all by itself, no matter what the Left thinks.

News Roundup

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So let’s bleed the News Lizard:


the worst part is that it’s only “most” and not “every single last”.


...errrr climate changeLizzo dance routine during concert?  I’m trying my best here.


...that’s because she IS a scapegoat, and she’s keeping shtum so the Clintons won’t murder her.


...is there ever a WRONG time for rum?


...nice building;  shame about the food.


...am I the only one who thinks managers should lock the office doors and let the fuckers freeze?


...there are a bunch of Democrats taking notes right now.


...French chefs have collective orgasm.  Also:  Australia, where the toads eat bugs.  VW Bugs.


...as Hitler’s ghost sez:  “Huh?”


...keyword:  Massachusetts.  In any Southern state, he’d be in the “dangling” line.


...what if, like most non-Californians, you only have one?

And in multicolored, unlinked INSIGNIFICA:

     
...no news, however, on whether a familial foursome was involved.

Finally, some weird interesting news:

I know, I know:  she’s several pasta meals short of perfection.  But then again, look who she’s married to — the World’s Skinniest Ex-Footballer, Peter Crouch:

So much for the news, then.

News Roundup

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…the miracle lubricant of politics.  And speaking of shit-heads:


with respect to the Divine Sarah, Jackson Lee has never read anything, because she is at best illiterate.  As always, the Clown Princess of Congress reminds us that she is still the dumbest politician ever elected (and reelected, and reelected, and reelected because Houston).


...she hasn’t been elected to anything, thankfully, but this dumbass could give Sheila Jackson Lee a run for her money.


...I’m putting my trust in a fresh pandemic of untreatable and deadly venereal disease.


...so that “One Child” thing really worked for you Commie assholes, huh?


...no, the barky little shit gave up acting because nobody wanted to give him any more work.


...that’s an easy one:  while they’re bonking a coworker on the boss’s desk.


...find them, flog them, then hang them.


...and same for this little shit.


...isn’t it a little late to be finding all this out, Gammy Madge?


...that battery-acid taste being such an essential element of Coke’s flavor.


...forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown New Mexico.

Which brings us to INSIGNIFICA:

         

And in the ever-popular Paige Three Dept.:


...I have no words.

And that’s all the news I can stomach [sic].