So let’s trot along…
The only meme we ever need for our beloved president is this:
Screw it, let’s just have a drink:
And speaking of a pint of piss:
But let’s carry on drinking, why not?
And still one of my favorites:
Finally, someone named Kat Demings:
Sheesh.
This from Britishland:
And if that isn’t enough to cause torches to be lit, pitchforks be taken out of sheds and mobs to form, try this:
…and this mere days after KFC suffered the same shortages.
Just wait till supplies of peanut sauce dry up, and chicken satay is no longer available.
There’ll be murders.
So let’s stay under the sea, while trying to get out of its way with a few chuckles…
Enjoy the week. If you can, after seeing the above.
I’m not triskadekaphobic, because I’m not in any way superstitious. In fact, I got my job at the Great Big Research Company (Seffrican division) on Friday 13th, August 1979 and I never looked back.
I knew one otherwise ordinary guy who was so afraid of the number thirteen, and Friday 13th in particular, that he would take the day off work and stay in bed, drinking only water all day. Other than laziness, the only reason I would stay in bed in Friday 13th was if Nigella Lawson was in it.
And so would anyone else not a homosexualist.
I never understood superstitions, by the way. I know that some of them are rooted in past customs — e.g. not spilling salt (because salt was really expensive back in the day) — but getting all worked up about a black cat crossing your path? Give me a break.
People in Roman times would pay a soothsayer to tell them whether it was safe to travel by having the soothsayer “read” an animal’s entrails (which had to be fresh — no PETA back then, obviously). What people don’t know is that our Dr. Fauci can trace his lineage all the way back to Roman soothsayer Gaius Faucissimus in 87 B.C., so he’s still in the family business of making money off ignorant people.
Don’t get me started, because where superstition is front and center, can religion be far behind?
I’ll just leave the topic alone, but here’s another pic of Nigella recumbent.
Apparently, pubs were thrown open in Wales for the first time in over a year, with predictable, Train-Smashy results:
Of course, the girls had no shortage of male companionship:
Well, maybe not ALL the girls:
I can’t help thinking that she’s a little too old for such shenanigans, but that’s just me.