This arrived in my Inbox over the weekend:
Because nothing says “Responsible Gun Ownership” like guns and booze. And nothing says “Real America” like trying to bribe me with cheap Made-In-China tat.
That said, if the NRA idiots had a Gin Club…
…I still wouldn’t renew my membership.
‘Nuff said.
So, as we all head out back to work in our cars, a timely reminder:
And at work:
On the way home, a surprise 3-some:
And for a little incentive to get it up:
Now fire up that engine and get outta here.
So with the Chinkvirus thing winding down in Britishland, thousands flocked to the outdoors when the weather warmed up.
With predictable consequences.
Try not to wince.
Here’s a priceless piece of governmental stupidity:
It is, as they say nowadays, to LOL.
The question thus begged, especially with the ban on extra-domicile sex, is of course: how the FUCK are you going to enforce all that?
All this nonsense is just clear evidence of government bureaucrats having too much time on their hands, to be able to come up with all these nitpicking stupid rules.
And for those who think we Murkins are much better than that, I invite you to peruse the federal tax code sometime.
Except that the godless fucking I.R.S. is quite capable of, and quite prepared to enforce every last little clause and sub-clause, the fuckers.
The rioters on both sides of the Atlantic are burning the wrong buildings.
So here we are, facing an actual Monday for the first time in months — a Monday where the work week begins and one has to go back to the office:
So, reverting to Mondays of yore, a little savage, non-lockdown sick humor:
…as if drinking a Budweiser wasn’t punishment enough.
And seeing as people are going to have to start flying again at some point:
Color me unconvinced. And finally:
Now off with you, and try to avoid punching your boss in the face on your first day back.
The best thing about a Monday public holiday is that it makes the week shorter, like Hayden Panettiere. In the meantime, there’s still work to be done as we all get on our bikes to get back to work:
And so, a few smiles may be needed:
And speaking of parties:
And to end this post on the same note it started:
Gives the term “biker babe” a whole new meaning, dunnit?
