Father’s Day

As any fule kno, I’m not much for Hallmark holidays (like today).  However, this one’s priceless:

Probably not on United, or else the cabin crew would have given the kid a broken nose by now.

And because I’m relentlessly cynical:

5 Worst Times To Be Without A Gun

Ranked in ascending order of helplessness/need:

  • While in lion / grizzly / snake-infested countryside
  • During a school shooting
  • While driving through any urban paradise featuring public housing
  • Driving along any highway, road or street in Johannesburg
  • When you’re the only person in the room not holding one

Your suggestions in Comments.


P.S.  I see I forgot to post a 5 Worst list last Friday.  Sorry.

Skirting The Rules

So what to do when you’re working outside in sweltering temperatures, but the ‘Elf & Safety regulations forbid wearing short pants?  You find a way around the rules:

The brickies — who were working in Chertsey, Surrey — were horrified by new health and safety rules forbidding shorts. But when they realised they could get around the ban by wearing women’s clothing thanks to gender equality regulations, they showed up for work in skirts and frocks.  [emphasis added]

And because this story would be no good wifout pichurs:

I love stories like this.  Fuck the bureaucrats.

Limited Appeal

Anyone who’s ever battled through translating the old windbag will understand the sentiment:

And if you’re going “Huh?” don’t worry about it.  I’m being dorky.  Put it down to an early-morning gin deficiency.