Tag: Humor

Stuff that makes me laugh

Monday Funnies

Funny Stuff

Oh…whatever made you think it was Monday?

So while we’re waiting for the caffeine to kick in…


…and if you know why that’s funny, shame on you.

And for us Olde Pharttes:

Now stop dreaming about those evil memories, and get to work.

Another Added To The List

Freaks & Loonies, Nannies, Politics

There is no limit to the micro-managing that a Blue state can descend to:

The bill — Creating a Respectful and Open World for Natural Hair — prohibits discrimination based on natural and protective hairstyles, including braids, locks, twists and Bantu knots. It also blocks Bay Staters from being denied employment or educational opportunities due to their hairstyles and textures.
Gov. Baker described the nexus of the CROWN Act as a “citizen movement,” started by a “very small number of people in which the right thing to do became clearer and clearer the longer the discussion went on.”

      

And while we’re there, some old-fashioned ones:

   

And of course, my old favorite style chart:

News Roundup

Bad News

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Let’s jump right in.


…I can only hope that the cure was found in dolphin livers.

…I like the new euphemism for “rape”:  “struggle snuggle”.


…and goodbye to reliable electricity.


…that’s gonna be a very short series.


…whatever.


…why the question?


…other than Barry Sanders, I didn’t know they had any.


…as long as it’s the top half…


…sounds like the Murkin socialists at the prospect of a Republican tidal wave.


…hey, Numb-Nuts:  “Kill It With Fire!” is what’s known as “hyperbole”.

     


…like anyone cares what a delivery boy thinks.

And finally:


…not bad for an old auntie, is she?

Feel free to disagree, of course, as the Roundup comes [sic]  to a close.

Job Wanted

Politics

I’m going to apply for the job of Kamala Harris’s speechwriter.

I mean, how difficult can it be?  You take a random word generator, extract enough words to make a 5-minute speech, and take out a few of the egregious non-sequiturs (or not — who would notice?), then type it into the teleprompter.

Three minutes; job done.  Repeat as necessary.  Earn big bucks.

And how much worse could the outcome possibly be?  Nobody takes any notice of what the incompetent bitch says anyway.

True, going on the past rotations, the job would only last about four months, tops, but in the meantime, a hundred grand or more would nestle in Ye Olde Treasure Chestte.

Where do I apply?

Missed It By THIS Much

Gratuitous Chick Pics, Gratuitous Gun Pics, Resistance

Apparently, yesterday was International Orgasm Day or something equally stupid.

Needless to say, I missed it, just as I’ve missed so many of its namesakes.

Nowadays, of course, I’m more likely to have a Supreme Moment by looking at pictures of things like this: 

…or this:

…rather than this:

In truth, though, what would really get the old juices running would be… ummmm… how can I put this delicately, or in a manner which wouldn’t cause the fuzz to show up at my door…

A deep pit full of dead Socialists?

Something like that.