Oy. It’s That Day again.
So while the coffee’s brewing, a little levity:
And speaking of which:
Now finish yer… coffee, and get out of the house.
Stuff that makes me laugh
Oy. It’s That Day again.
So while the coffee’s brewing, a little levity:
And speaking of which:
Now finish yer… coffee, and get out of the house.
I know, we all knew that. Still funny.
October is (British) Black History Month, which completely escaped my attention. My apologies to all Africans who may feel slighted by my oversight.
So join me in commemorating the event by reading this piece of Black History.
Ranked in order, from “of very limited appeal” to “you’ve got to be fucking kidding“. First, for men (all with the vocal function enabled):
And for the ladies:
Your suggestions in Comments.
Today we feature the “All Sex, All The Time“-type roundup, with commentary shorter than Jerrold Nadler’s dick. [sorry]
…ummm Wayne, dude: there’s this thing called a “vasectomy”…
…and given that he’s not rich, I think the newspaper owes us a tasteful pic of his erect phallus, so we can see just what this guy’s appeal is.
…and you were slut-shamed because you were a choirgirl, right?
…“sparent”? What’s that, Lassie? Hoofbeats?
…given that her pool of likely suitors will come entirely from fanbois inside NASCAR Nation, I’d say her prospects are even slimmer than she thinks.
…and when you’ve lost gayboi Graham Norton…
…not to mention a distinct shortage of willing penises.
…if she’s going to get all her lovers’ faces tattooed there, she’s going to need ElastaGirl arms.
…the main question being: did we really need to know this about the late?
And finally:
…hate to break it to you darlin’, but nobody cares why. Here’s the proof:
Much better than Gwinnie’s bony ass.