Monday Funnies

Apparently last week’s Funnies were too silly, so today we’ll go all cerebral, with historical references, brain teasers and stuff.

 

 


(this may become a series on this website)

And now some interfaith adorableness:

And an exercise in relativity:

Finally:  also from last week, there were a few (hundred) moans about the modesty of the ladies’ clothing, so today we’ll make things just a tad racier:

Now off you go to work, and make your own party.

Try not to kill anyone.

News Roundup

And why so many?  Try this little tidbit:


...just sayin’.

Some Election 2024 News:


...read the article to see the truth about “Form EL-131”.  Then feel the burn...

In Financial News:


...starve the fuckers.

And some International News:


...funny how Commie votes are always “unanimous”, isn’t it?


...let ’em eat bugs;  the government apparatchiks, I mean.


... [/Frank Zappa]

In ShowBiz News:


...if they want to add more fantasy to Bond movies, they’ll have to bring in dragons and elves.

And in Health News:


...especially goblins.



...and the ad copy writes itself:  “Better Woodies, Longer Life!

From the anals [sic] of Wokedom:


...seems like it was consensual, so I can’t see the problem here. [j/k]

And from the front lines of Sex Wars:


...but of course, he’ll still be on the hook for child support.
#BelieveAllWomen

And in some 

And strolling down :


...”thrills”, hey?  Let’s have a look:

Yeah, I guess that’s kinda “thrilling” — and the end of the news.

News Roundup

And speaking of women needing Nervine:


...maybe with each other, but no man should.  And then there’s this:


...I don’t know if there’s enough Nervine left for this one — unless she’s the one who cornered the stuff.

Now for some Good Tidings:


And in Election News:


...keyword:  Russia — but coming soon to a polling place near you.


...I guess “We’re totally fucked” was judged to be too inappropriate a summary.

In Legal Notes:


...well, “Jesus” told me she needs a swift cunt punt, but I managed to control myself.


...proving that when it comes to the law nowadays, there’s no room for facts and sanity.


...let’s hear it for the Second Amendment.

In Millennial News:


...well, except that it’s not your fucking money — yet — so they can spend it on whatever they want… you selfish asshole.

In Sporting News:


...and that’s just for the Swedish Olympic team.


...not that anyone would notice, or care.

And when it comes to  


...you don’t say, Jen!  Here she was, back then: 

...and here’s what she looks like today, around 51:

Still quite toothsome with, I suspect, a teensy-weensy bit of  surgical help.

And that’s the news.

Conditions

Here’s a headline that got me thinking:

The state of Michigan is reportedly pushing a program offering citizens $500 a month to take in migrants.

The program, called the Newcomer Rental Subsidy, is set to provide shelter outside state shelters for “refugees.” The assistance would be available to homeowners for up to a year.

Were I not living in a tiny apartment in Texas but in a large-ish suburban house in Michigan, I might be tempted to take the Idiot State up on its offer.

I know, I know;  but run with me on this one.

Of course, there would be (several non-negotiable) pre-conditions for my acceptance, such as:

  • Only single females aged between 25-40
  • Unmarried / not engaged / no boyfriend
  • No children
  • Close resemblance to Salma Hayek
  • Must be prepared to teach me Spanish, starting with conversational topics such as “Please undress me now”, and phrases of that nature
  • Must know how to cook meals not just Mexican. e.g. steak, eggs and chips, toasties etc.
  • Must accept “cash tips” for services rendered around the house, e.g. laundry, ironing, massages and other personal services

…I think you’re getting the picture.

Otherwise, of course, the state could stick it up its ass.

Quote Of The Day

From SOTI:

“I am not a fan of Cerakote, it feels like wearing a prophylactic.”

I can’t remember when last I fired a gun with a Cerakote finish, and that’s also true of the second half of the sentence.

There’s nothing like the feel of blued steel to the gloveless touch, and also the other thing.