Stuff that makes me laugh
When this is what faces you on Monday:
…it’s time to start thinking about getting away from it all:
And here’s a small incentive to get outta here and fly to exotic climes:
Of course, you’ll never actually see anything like that, but it’s all part of the dream, innit?
In reverse order:
Your suggestions in Comments… but tread carefully.
Your suggestions in Comments.
It’s an old party game: “If you could live the life of another person and not your own, whose life would you choose?”
I know, I know: most people would turn down the choice and want to live their own lives, thank you very much.
And even if they did decide to play, first choices are generally not so good after a little reflection, e.g. “Jesus Christ” (crucified at age 32, after an admittedly-virtuous life), “Errol Flynn” (died of cirrhosis at age 50, after an anything-but-virtuous life), and so on. Most lives are either noteworthy but short, or else pretty much unremarkable and not worth the substitution.
However, allow me to suggest just one alternative: Flavio Briatore
Who he, you ask? Well, under “Bad Boy” in the dictionary you will find this photo:
Allow me to present the salient facts (as I see them) of this man’s extraordinary life.
Former Bandmate Knob’s little palais is near Briatore’s in Monaco, and he contributes these two factoids:
Tell me this isn’t at least a somewhat decent alternative to your life… and now you can scurry off to Wikipedia to get all the details.
Feel free to offer your alternatives in Comments, but they’re better be good to beat this guy.
Today the topic is Sex, With Added Spice.
…provided you’re not having weekly sex with the preteen daughter of a Hell’s Angel, that is.
…nice to see that the Garda have solved all the serious crime in Ireland and can now focus on the activities of consenting adults.
…looks like the Scottish rozzers have achieved the same as the Micks.
…I would have used “tit-tillating” in that teaser, and you’ll see why if you follow the link.
…and “I just got sued because I stretched my chick’s box” might end up being the most successful pickup line ever.
…now that’s what I call “Special Ed”.
…I’m questioning their sample composition here. Just about everyone I know — male and female — who was of age during the 1970s has a bigger number than that. And I’m excluding my fellow rock musicians of the era from that observation.
…I got nothing, except this happened in Utah.
…I know, this Roundup is supposed to be all about sex; but tell me you didn’t at least get the stirrings of a woody when you read that headline.
Ah FFS, here we go again with this Monday shit:
So to help you roll that fucking boulder uphill for the umpteenth time in your life, here’s Teh Funny:
And finally, a Reader suggested I look up some bint named Rachel Skarsten, so I did:
I report, you decide… although, to be honest, she’s a trifle skinny for my taste, e.g.:
Now finish getting yer clothes on, and go to work.
