Stuff that makes me laugh
Combat Controller sends me these pics under the heading: “I think someone’s police department has too much money”:
“…compared to the Sheriff’s department…”:
When you think of how often the city cop cars will be in the shop for repairs (five times per month, average) compared to the Sheriff’s cars (twice a year, average), it’s an even worse picture.
If you thought the news was bad before, wait till you see this stuff.
…this being Britishland, they can’t wave shotguns in the trespassers’ faces.
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…yeah, and should he find these fuckers have been breaking the law and abusing their authority, I’m sure we’ll soon see prosecutions of both the miscreants and the politicians who told them to do it. [/eyecross]
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…under the reign of World Emperor Kim, instant coffee would be banned as a crime against humanity. Also light beer.
From the annals of Covidiocy:
…an excellent example of corporate totalitarianism.
…I’m just wondering how our own shithead politicians managed to miss that one.
…this would be the time for Blue state governors to copy a Scandi country, seeing as they already have similar tax rates.
…fucking hell, if Goldie Hawn can figure it out… but having seen “mental health” in a headline, I have to go and down a shot of gin.
…should have tried Beethoven, but as they’re Kiwis, they’ve probably never heard of him.
And speaking of idiots:
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…if I were the judge on this case, I’d give the little fucker a choice: life in prison, with no Internet access or TV, ever; OR be stoned to death by a group of volunteers .
…oh bloody hell, another “mental health” headline. At this rate, I’ll be shitfaced by 10 o’clock.
“What about INSIGNIFICA, Kim?”
Finally, Brit TV presenter Holly Willoughboobies turns 41:
Here endeth the news.
(Monday Funnies will return next week.)
Ranked in order of ascending foulness:
Happy Valentine’s Day! (men to women)
Happy Valentine’s Day! (women to men)
Your suggestions in Comments.
Your suggestions in Comments.
The usual mix of crap and sublime… as you will see. Let’s start with the sublime:
…oh yeah, baby.
…to the astonishment of precisely… nobody.
…and nobody will watch it.
Some in a cheering crowd called for her to
be raped. Many were women.
…key word: India.
…the funeral for Irony will tale place at a time and place TBD.
…whereupon said conservative school board fires them all. Hey, I can dream…
…although it may make the folks at the bank a trifle nervous when you go in to make a deposit. And still on COVIDIOCY:
Next, some logic:
…good question, innit? Rachel Weisz and Winona Ryder were unavailable for comment.
And here are INSIGNIFICA:
…and because
…here we go:
Here endeth the news.
From the Comments to yesterday’s post about the two- vs. three dimension concepts came this, from Reader Harry (no relation):
Vertical projects (buildings, towers) do have 3 dimensions. They are described as vertical projects, even though their height does not always exceed their length or width.
Horizontal projects (roads, airfields) also have 3 dimensions. They are described as horizontal projects, even though their length does not always exceed their height or width.
I understand that perfectly, especially when viewed in Platonic terms. You may call a table a “quadripod eating-surface”, but that does not negate its “table-ness”, which exists outside any definition.
A road, almost by definition, needs no thickness — it is a line that connects a starting point and a destination, and thus requires no third dimension. (This is not true in Britishland, however, where a road can start in the middle of nowhere, meander all over the countryside and then just expire — probably out of sheer exhaustion — never having reached an actual destination. And one may still encounter traffic jams on said roads because while they are theoretically bi-directional, their width is usually less than that of a single car — thus proving the statement that a line may have length but not width.)
Because buildings have no ending point (projecting upwards into thin air), they must have a third dimension. A wall cannot exist without thickness — even when joined to the ceiling. (Just because you need only two of its dimensions when hanging a picture, for example, doesn’t mean it needn’t have a third, as a moment’s thought will show.)
And now I need to quit, because I’m starting to get a headache.
