Oh, kangaroo droppings, mate. You guys are the Texas of the Pacific, you are actually proud of your reputation as boisterous drunken clods. Kinda like people in Chicago chuckle and shrug about their reputation as politically corrupt beyond all recognition! You live in a gigantic wasteland, clinging to the inhabitable coastline like barnacles cling to a ship!
Wherein you find only three types of animal life: animals that will kill you and eat you, animals that will only kill you, and the insufferably cute. You must tie ropes around newborn babes so they don’t crawl to the nearest port and beg to emigrate to Gabon or Upper Volta.
Now, let it be dully noted that I actually am a native Texan and I kinda like you guys. Why anybody else puts up with you escapes me. My son’s generation has absorbed the phrase “No worries!” to a point that they have entirely forgotten its origin, which, outside of Mel Gibson, may be your sole contribution.
And finally, there are no new jokes, there are only different subjects. The first “blonde” joke was a Cro-Magnon ragging on a Neandertal. I repeat my jokes mostly because I don’t pay that much attention, and don’t expect anyone else to. I don’t worry about what people think of me because I’m pretty sure they don’t. Wodehouse I borrow, Vonnegut I steal. Twain, I plunder.
If you mean to criticize positively, with an eye to reform, I urge you not to waste your time in such futile efforts. You need all your attention to thwart the deadly spiders who are plotting to kill you.
(Aside: long as you’re here, I had heard a rumor that Australia is the only place where decent marijuana cannot be grown. True?)
Rachel Maddow with an historical perspective on Putin’s important past use of a honey trap. She also debunks Putin’s lame reason Putin gave that the Russians would never entrap Trump because they did not suspect he would ever be important.
Since the video hasn’t surfaced (buried with proof of the Loch Ness Monster) why not just make a new one?
He must be in the mood to celebrate and we already know his type: large breasted eastern European women with full bladders. Maybe a couple could tweet him that they are looking to party.
And while you’re at it invite him to Time Square, hand him a nice loaded gun to wave around and see what he does with it.
Yeah, but in New York it’s run by the sort of people who’d do worse than sue if he tried to stiff them. In Moscow it would be on his good buddy Vladimir’s tab.
Wow, you quote me answering that specific question, then ask the question again? Seriously? Is it outpatient night at the giggling academy again?
I dont give a rats ass what the title of the thread is, the report was about more than just peeing, a whole lot more and whole lot worse than just peeing. And yet, here I am, arguing with yet another person who I’m having a hard time believing managed to beat a million other sperm about how much I hate peeing. I don’t. I don’t care about peeing. Him peeing, the whores peeing, him peeing on the whores, the whores peeing on him, all of them peeing on Putin, Putin peeing on Trump every day at 3:45 sharp, I really don’t give a shit. The peeing is the salacious eye drawing clickbait that draws people in. There’s all this other stuff in there, but you guys seem to be so interested in the peeing. The outrage is honestly quite amusing, makes me think you protest too much.
I am currently in the far North of the country. The area around here is full of small towns full of hippies, dropouts, small hidden farms, jungle (think Appalachians but tropical).
The visible money (new cars etc) can in no way be explained by the strength of the nominal economy. Just sayin’.
