With all due respect to the God-Emperor, I would suggest that giving a million bucks to the Communist Party of the USA is a Bad Idea. A better idea would be to offer to give the money to the Indian tribe with which her DNA is affiliated.
Category: Funny Stuff
City Vs. Country
Loud were the cries of outrage:
Meanwhile in Michigan:
Random Thought
Run with me on this one.
Suppose that there were alien life forms out somewhere in the universe, and that they sent out exploratory missions to study life on other planets. Then they came to our planet, somehow managing to evade all our oh-so sophisticated tracking systems and such, and landed here, where the very first person they encountered was:
There are all sorts of reactions one could imagine, on being faced with Keef for the first time:
- Abject terror (“Aaiiiieeee! Run from the monster!”)
- Profound admiration (“Fuck me! How do these creatures survive with all that toxic shit in their systems?”)
- Self-doubt (“Did we colonize this planet already, and just forget about it?”)
Feel free to add your suggestions in Comments.
(Keith’s reaction on seeing the aliens: “I have got to get me some more of that shit!”)
Father’s Day
As any fule kno, I’m not much for Hallmark holidays (like today). However, this one’s priceless:
Probably not on United, or else the cabin crew would have given the kid a broken nose by now.
And because I’m relentlessly cynical:
Skirting The Rules
So what to do when you’re working outside in sweltering temperatures, but the ‘Elf & Safety regulations forbid wearing short pants? You find a way around the rules:
The brickies — who were working in Chertsey, Surrey — were horrified by new health and safety rules forbidding shorts. But when they realised they could get around the ban by wearing women’s clothing thanks to gender equality regulations, they showed up for work in skirts and frocks. [emphasis added]
And because this story would be no good wifout pichurs:
I love stories like this. Fuck the bureaucrats.
Limited Appeal
Anyone who’s ever battled through translating the old windbag will understand the sentiment:
And if you’re going “Huh?” don’t worry about it. I’m being dorky. Put it down to an early-morning gin deficiency.