By The Englishman, last week:
“It’s my Birthday and the pub is open extra hours, what could possibly go wrong?”
I haven’t heard back from him since…
Tag: Humor
Stuff that makes me laugh
Quote Of The Day
The famed drunkard Colin Deal (@Dear_Booze) should be followed by everyone who has a Twatter account and does this kind of thing.
I think he deserves a place on Mt. Rushmore Drinkmore. Tonight I shall drink a Captain Morgan and Coke in his honor. Okay, several. He’d want it that way.
Caption Competition #19
From sunny South Africa:
Your suggestions in Comments…
5 Worst Things To Hear From Your Boss
From the depths of Corporatocracy, in ascending order of frightfulness:
- “There’s not enough in the budget for the bonus we promised you”
- “You’ll have to spend six months at the new client’s office in Des Moines while we get the business settled”
- “HR wants to talk to you”
- “Our new CEO has a Harvard MBA”
…and the absolute worst thing your boss could ever say to you:
- “Meet LaShonda, our new VP of Diversity Awareness”
Your additions in Comments. Graphic language and seditious thoughts are not only allowed, they’re encouraged.
Maybe Not
Errr…
Feel free to search for “Ewa Sonnet” on yer own time (i.e. not at work).
And then there’s this additional refutation of the opening statement. Enjoy the (SFW) view.
Coming And Going
I knew quite a few men in my yoof who ran this danger:
A small Australian marsupial known as the antechinus shot to fame after the discovery of two new species five years ago, when scientists revealed how males every mating season are, quite literally, killing themselves by having too much sex.
During the brief breeding period, males ferociously copulate with as many females as possible, in violent sessions that can last upwards of 14 hours – and, their bodies deteriorate as a result.
In the animal kingdom, reproduction can be a dangerous and peculiar game.
Not just in the animal kingdom, Bubba. In humans, this circumstance is known as “Spring Break” where, as is the case for the antechinus, all that’s required is a multitude of willing female partners.
(If perchance you spot your daughter or [shudder] granddaughter in either of the above pics, I apologize sincerely.)
And for those callow young men who think this antechinal fate couldn’t possibly befall them, let me assure you: after a single bout of frantic lovemaking, you’ll be pleasantly sated; but after four such encounters with different partners, even over a whole weekend, you’ll feel like death would be a welcome respite.
So trust me: after fourteen partners on the trot, your internal (and for that matter external) organs, like that of antechinus, are going to resemble raw beef, eggs and carrots after a minute spent in a blender.
Don’t ask me how I know this. I still have the nightmares.