Stuff that makes me laugh
What day is it again?
So to get over that gagging thing, a little Italian food humor:
Some Wop humor:
And some gender-specific stuff:
And speaking of beautiful Italian women… oh hell, where to begin? I’ll just pick one, and don’t yell at me because I didn’t pick your favorite.
Say hello to Sabrina Ferilli:
And a more recent one:
Bellissima.
Your thoughts in Comments.
Eat that, Gunga Dan.
Afterthought: We’ve been polite and respectful for six decades, and it got us nowhere. Fuck ’em.
The other day I was skimming Teh Intarwebz, idly looking at smut pics of pretty women, and saw this creature:
I had (and still have) no idea who she is, but my lecherous gaze was somewhat tempered by my feeling of guilt for ogling a teenage girl. (Of course, it turns out that she’s actually 30, so my guilt was misplaced.)
Which brings me to my point.
As we get older — I’m fairly sure I’m not alone in this — everyone not looking like the late Prince Philip looks about twelve years old, and I often wonder when we started promoting adolescents to positions of power and authority.
I’m not even talking about celebrity women, who with the aid of surgery can look decades younger than their actual age. I’m talking about everyday people we see on television, who are supposedly in charge of some important function, but who seem to still need adolescent acne cream.
Then again, who cares? As long as we can ogle the likes of Carol Vorderman, Annabella Sciorra or Jennifer Grey (all aged 60):
…I don’t really care that foreign policy is being run by someone who looks like Doogie Howser, or that Steve Urkel somehow became President of the United States.
All the news, hand-picked to further a narrative.
…starting with your house, I presume? And another part of the same story:
…and yet somehow, we still don’t know the name of the cop who shot Ashli Babbit at the Capitol in January.
…starting in your neighborhood and city, of course?
…he’s going to feel the full effect of British Law: a severe scolding and his PlayStation confiscated (for at least a week).
…ummm no; “infrastructure” is roads, bridges, electricity, water, and in a stretch, Internet access. You dirty fucking Commie.
…had mine, no problems. But wait a minute:
…so if he was forced by Government to be vaccinated, would they be killing him?
And:
…of course he’s going to ascribe success to a repressive social policy rather than medicine, in much the same way as gun confiscation eliminates obesity. But then there’s this:
…which means that if the hapless Boris imposes yet another lockdown…
…♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ If I can make it there / I’ll make my kid go bare ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪…
…and you need to click on the link to get the punchline. And speaking of punch lines:
…only in a pussified society would this be considered bad advice.
…except that urine negates chlorine’s benefits, another study will find.
…but they already are: Susie Has Two Mommies, Fisting For Fifth Graders, What’s Wrong With Wanting A Wah-Wah Instead Of A Pee-Pee, etc. etc. etc.
Time for INSIGNIFICA:
Finally, the thing you’ve all been waiting for: some completely gratuitous pics of a beautiful woman. Here’s 60s hottie Wanda Ventham.
Look familiar?
She’s Brit actor Bandersnatch Cummerbund’s Mum.
Oy vey, it’s Monday:
Just for the hell of it, I proclaim today Jew Day on this here website. (Don’t panic; everything has been blessed by the Deth Bin*.)
(My buddy Lev, who is an actual rabbi, tells me that this would be funny were it not so true.) And in that same vein:
And just for the hell of it:
And one of my personal favorites:
Now get out there and make some money. Next week: Italians.
*I know; shuddup.