If you look very closely, you might see a common thread between all three news items below:
No? Let’s take a wild, outta-left-field guess…
In response to that tiresome little prick from Florida:
Priceless.
Entries in Comments, when you get back from the bathroom.
Ranked in ascending order of frightfulness:
And the absolute worst problem any rich man could have:
Further woeful suggestions in Comments.
Looks like the Morrisons supermarket chain is going to be a breakfast destination for any of you visiting Britishland in the future:
(You may want to take a companion, as that’s a single serving. And it costs just under $7.)
And they call American portions excessive…
From Mandy Baldwin at Country Squire Magazine :
“Talking of sex, ladies, if you don’t like what’s being dished up, try varying the menu, instead of betraying private foibles to anyone who’ll listen. How would you like your bits being the subject of gossip? He’s not a rapist just because you’ve gone off him. If he makes your flesh crawl in a bad way, you don’t make a feminist statement by hanging around. Leave, make your own life, let him make his.
“After all, one woman’s mouldy chipolata is another woman’s prime beef-steak, and chances are, he’s equally miserable: not everyone enjoys being shackled to someone who pulls a face like a bull-dog chewing a wasp at the merest hint of a Morning Glory.”
That’s some priceless imagery, right there.