Monday Funnies

OGIM… and the week’s workload beckons.

So, on with the show:

And on that note, someone named Kaitlin Bennett (no, I don’t know either, but she seems nice):

Oh… that Kaitlin Bennett.  Predictably, she has the Left in full attack mode, which means she’s on our side.

News Roundup

The usual mix of bullshit, assholiness, stupidity and government tyranny [some overlap].


thus rendering it unwatchable, and unwatched.


probably using the same process he used for designing Vista.


yeah, putting synthetic chemicals into your body was always risk-free. [/sarc]


which means that we probably need to worry, because China is a bunch of lying asshoes.


let’s hear it for !SCIENCE! — and incidentally, that makes the score:  Climate Predictive Models 0, Reality 10,000.  You have a better chance of winning the Powerball than they have of getting the forecast correct.


using the Left’s previous argument in a different cause:  if they’re old enough to die in battle, they’re old enough to vote  carry a gun. And speaking of underage:


so he could pork her without getting arrested? [/Jerry Lee Lewis]


I should point out that the vibrator was first powered by electricity in 1880 (twenty years before the invention of the electric iron and vacuum cleaner).  Here’s kinda what they looked like:

And now for even more INSIGNIFICA:

   
as Mr. Free Market said, when I sent him this article:  “Ah, summer.”

Which reminds me of this Summer (Monteyes-Fullam), looking all summer-y:

…because that’s just the way my mind works.

News Roundup

Confetti blown in the wind
Nobody cares
Journalists howl at things.
Haiku, Kim du Toit

So today we lead off with INSIGNIFICA:

     
and the A in Arquette stands for Asswipe.

Now onto the the (ahem) “hard” news…


but that means they’ll just hate us up to 11 now !


no doubt celebrating the news of America’s withdrawal, in their traditional manner.


and in all those years, she never once thought of, say, leaving his freako ass and going home to Momma.


not to be unkind, but the only way this chick could “sizzle” is if you dropped her onto the griddle at Waffle House.


it’s not crazy:  you are, you fat trailerpark sow.


we’re not “allowing” it, as none of the poxy car manufacturers has ever actually asked our permission.


I didn’t think I could like these three guys any more than I already do, but this is epic.


and when Mr. Sex Pistol himself calls you a moron


don’t too excited, folks.  This has as much chance of getting past President Braindead’s veto pen as Ted Nugent has of getting a handjob from Oprah WinfreyIn Madison Square Garden.  On stage.


see the item above.


serves ’em right for being rude.


oh.  My bad.


Silly fools even draw the swastika ass-about-face.

And finally, from the Department of the Blindingly Obvious:

The REAL news:  Carol Vorderman has freckled boobs.

Train Smash Opportunities

As Britons finally begin to slip the surly bonds of lockdown and once again venture into the pleasures of public intoxication, I ask myself:  can Train Smashdom once again rear its wonderful… errr, head?

Apparently so.  And I would be remiss if I didn’t show at least a few of them.

What I like almost as much is that Stout Bulldogs were not going to let a little thing like icy temperatures or freezing rain prevent them from taking the grandchildren out for some fish ‘n chips:

Bravo, all of you.  Sadly, the restrictions were eased too late for us to enjoy the Train Smash Grand Prix — a.k.a. the Grand National at Aintree:

…but there’s always next year.