News Roundup

All the non-coronavirus news that’s fit to print:

…oh wait, there was some sorta-non-coronavirus news recently (links in the pics):


…rough guess, the same way they’ve always cleaned them:  badly, and not often enough.


…and this despite all the efforts of the media, Hollywood and the socialists [some overlap] to bring him down.


…nice to see that in these difficult times, people still have their priorities rightActually, the story is even funnier than that.

Okay, one coronavirus-linked news piece that, strictly speaking, isn’t about the coronavirus:


…yeah, rich Manhattanite New Yorkers are total assholes.  Who knew?

And finally, some very good non-virus news:

 
I always thought the blonde dye job made her look trashy, compared to her earlier “natural” look:

A good note to end on, I think.

Monday Funnies

As Week 2 of self-isolation begins, we go Full Absurd:

And stuff like this happens when you have to endure self-isolation:


and the offending article:

and from Britishland:

Ground Zero:

Now, a test:

Question:  If you had a choice from whom you’d rather contract coronavirus sickness after six hours of bed-bending sex, which of the following potential partners would you choose?

Okay okay okay… that was just a sample  set of choices.  Here are the REAL choices:

Option #1 (Classy):

Option#2 (Home Girl):

Option#3 (MILFY):

Option #4 (Cutie-Pie):

Hint:  there are no wrong answers.  However, if your final choice is from the Sample  set of pics, go and stand in the corner with the “Pervo” hat on.

Confused

From Insty:

 

There’s another way to have sex?  Who knew?

I always said sex is better from behind paper bags… but then again, I’m just old-fashioned about this kind of thing.

   
…collar and tie optional after the first date, of course.

Gospel According To Clarkson

One of the best parts of Top Gear and its Grand Tour successor is to watch when one of the trio launches into a rant about something or other.  And this one from Jeremy Clarkson ranks right up there:

INCREDIBLY, my email inbox is still being filled every day by people ­wanting me to give money to help… ­Australia’s homeless koalas. That’s like asking for money to help save Joan of Arc’s dodo.
What are they thinking? They reckon I’m going to look at the world and all the terrible ­problems affecting it then think, “Right, the thing that’s most deserving of my spare cash is some lightly grilled marsupial in Wombawombaland”?

The fact is that many of those Australian fires were started by drunken misfits in vests who wanted to see their handiwork on the news.
While global warming was blamed for the way the blazes took hold, the real reason is because environmentalist law- makers wouldn’t allow the level-headed to create fire breaks.
It was, therefore, the eco-mentalists who burned the koalas, so it’s up to them to buy the Savlon.

Read the whole piece to get some reality-based thinking.