Category: Just for Fun

Binding the Sheaves of Idiocy REPRINT

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From January 24, 2014

OK, now, what have we learned this week?

We have learned that “unrestrained homosexuality” can help Save the Planet from Global Warming (while we all freeze our kiesters off).

We have learned that communism is best for Saving the Planet from Global Warming (while we all freeze our kiesters off).

And we have learned that Global Warming is “directly linked” to Income Inequality.

Bind them all together into one sheaf of progressive “thought”–if I may abuse the word–and what have you got? Besides a colossal load of pure crapola, I mean.

Lemme see, lemme see… We got Global Warming, we’re all gonna die, our cities are gonna wind up underwater… and, um, this is because we’ve got capitalism instead of communism… and homophobia’s also a big part of it… and eating meat… and smoking, and owning guns, and believing in God….

Ooh, ooh, I know! I’ve got it now!

Like, get rid of half or two-thirds of the people, ’cause there’s too many of them and it’s, like, not sustainable… and get rid of cars and light bulbs and air conditioning… and the people who are left can be small wandering bands of homosexual vegetarians… except for the real smart ones like Al Gore and Cher and Bette Middler and all those wonderful climate scientists–because we’ll need them to rule us and live in palaces and zoom around in private jets… And then everything will be fabulously wonderful!

You, too, can think like a progressive.

Just throw out your brain.

Sufferings of Dave part 7

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Dave and the Business Call -short

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Ye Olde Fox Hunt (‘Oy, Rodney’) REPRINT

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silly romance novels – Lee Duigon

From May 22, 2022

A letter from reader Ambrose Twidgeon in Babbo Township, Pellucidar, has served as a timely reminder to the Queen of Suspense, Violet Crepuscular.

“Dear Ms. Crepuscular,” the letter reads, “what ever happened to the traditional olde English fox hunt in Scurveyshire? How can you write about English country life without the fox hunt? I am so upset with you, I had to break my model airplanes!”

Ms. Crepuscular’s reply is found in her introduction to Chapter CDLXXXVIII of her epic romance, Oy, Rodney.

“As a matter of fact,” she trombolizes, “I was just about to write about the fox hunt when Mr. Twidgeon’s letter arrived. Really, I do not need any guidance in writing romance novels! Let me offer this friendly reminder to Mr. Twidgeon: Get lost!”

The hereditary master of the Scurveyshire Hunt is Lady Margo Cargo, who inherited it from her father along with a persistent halitosis. She can’t ride a horse, so she leads the hunt in a golf cart driven by a condemned prisoner. No fox has been caught since Lady Margo took over.

(What about the Scurveyshire Fair, Violet? And the vicar’s backyard wading pool?)

“If I get any more friendly reminders from ignoramuses who think they know how I should write my novels, I am very much afraid that I shall lose my temper,” Ms. Crepuscular writes. So vanishes all hope of finding out about the fair and the wading pool. She’s in one of her moods.

The chapter ends without the fox hunt actually starting.

Classic Sanity Break: Cat Watching ‘Psycho’ REPRINT

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All right, that’s it, no more nooze for a couple of days.

I know I ran this video once before, but I just can’t help loving it. Watch the cute cat’s eyes as he watches a scary scene in Psycho. Who says cats aren’t hip to what they see on a TV screen? I wonder if they’ve spent more time among humans than is strictly advisable.

Note to readers: If I can manage it, are you up for another bit of Oy, Rodney?

Chihuahua Wants Husky to Like Him So He Howls

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Cats Unhinged

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All Right, One More Quokka Picture REPRINT

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From May 30, 2019

Byron the Quokka writes: Hi! This is me with my dad. His name is Edgar. He is a famous historian. He’s got proof that Queen Guinevere was a quokka! He’s always being asked to give lectures about it, and after the lecture we all have pretzels. He is also able to prove that Camelot was in Australia. I never get tired of hearing all his stories about the quokkas of the Round Table!

If you wonder why this picture shows Dad and me looking through a chain-link fence, well, the fence was there and the guy with the camera was on the wrong side of it. Sometimes they have to put up fences to keep the humans from wandering into trouble. It takes an awful lot of quokkas to pull one human out of a mud-hole.

Quokkas Stealing Phones LOL

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I Can Too Fyned My A*__!!! REPRINT

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From  November 2022

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And that “is” ware I was awl Day, prooving it.

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