Reza Palhavi will be sharpening his pitchfork and getting the tips red not.
Reza Palhavi will be sharpening his pitchfork and getting the tips red not.
A true story from a few decades ago (the language is a bit old-fashioned. A teacher told annoy he was…
Will get back to you in March.
My daughter was an 11 yo netballer. How dare you compare her to an Australian cricketer.
Karma strikes Anthony Albanese as he struggles to sell investment property after kicking out his tenant Daily Mail. Karma is…
Perhaps, with an hour long charging necessity, they may find enough time to reconcile?
Ad by line: “EVs, giving you the time to think it through”*
*(Apologies to that milk drink ad)
Charged in an hour? What kind of sorcery is this?!?!?
Why is a woman like that with a man-bun in the first place?
I’m laughing but I’m thinking that I shouldn’t be.
There are probably a few of these soyboys out there. They do exist…unfortunately.
How to upset a greenie when they plug their infernal machine into your electricity, tell them that when you visit them (highly unlikely) you expect them to fill your fuel tank at their expense.
A plug, a plug, my kingdom for a plug!
That’s because you’re a
wal1957 says:
October 9, 2022 at 9:50 am
I’m laughing but I’m thinking that I shouldn’t be.
There are probably a few of these soyboys out there. They do exist…unfortunately.
Don’t know where you play but in Perth we are overrun with soy milk drinking man bun wearing twits. Hard to tell the poofs from the straights these days.
Take a walk through fitzroy, brunswick or several of the other inner city suburbs of Melbourne and tell my you’re not moving to nuking the place from orbit like in Aliens.
Soyboys are in demand.
Fun how males have stayed the same in this graph.
There are now two Karens per Soyboy.
I had to laugh big nambas. I haven’t seen the word poof for ages. All that strident ocker language is now gone. Relegated to the bin of history. There were many but I’m sure the moderator would prefer I didn’t repeat them. Our aussie sense of humour has gone.
At Auckland Airport waiting in the windy dark for the shuttle bus to arrive to take us to our overnite transit hotel during our return flight the woman seated next to me on the plane from Rarotonga let slip she had an electric car. No surprises there, as I’d picked her for a teacher (we watched similar Regency TV programs) and likely a greenie. She didn’t have the car parked to go home in because, would I believe it! – this wretched airport doesn’t have electric charging stations available! Can’t say I showed any sort of sympathetic face, simply commented on how cold it was in Auckland’s Spring in this icy blast and zipped up my jacket some more. No global warming here, I noted. I think she was too cold to reply.
My TV program on all flights consisted of all nine episodes of Julian Fellowes’ latest, called ‘The Gilded Age’. It was about the period of enormous railroad wealth creating vertiable barons, whose wives were keen to enter the ‘old money’ New York society restricted by the redoubtable Mrs. Astor, who was being challenged, as actually happened, by a strong-minded newcomer to the Hens’ Pen. The pecking order was under challenge. I was particularly keen on this catching this series as I reviewed a book about this on Quadrant a while back. Called ‘The Husband Hunters’, it was about how women raised their status locally by marrying their daughters into the British aristocracy fallen on tough financial times. I’d thoroughly recommend ‘The Gilded Age’ to others who enjoy Fellowes’ TV oeuvre, as in ‘Downton Abbey’ and ‘Belgravia’.
Noted a charming soy boy serving drinkies on the plane. All style and smile.
Hard to tell with some of them whether they are gay or not.
Wasn’t really much of a problem in my day. Men were men, full stop.
And as they say, women were glad of it.
No doubt your conversation focussed on how air travel was contributing to global warming.
Didn’t, but certainly should have, Damon. Will do better with the next leftie victim in my sights.
Won’t be distracted by mere thread-busting TV shows. 🙂
Hip hip hooray and good riddance I’d say -an hour? really?
Unplucked eyebrows and muscular neck indicate a Lezzo, so, no man bun, no purse, she’s made the whole thing up.
Didn’t Stevie Wright record a song abour “E V”?
Oh, wait….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPveBD6WWXc
I’ll never speak to you again… in 1 hours time… LOL
Excellent Mater.
Ed Casesays:
October 9, 2022 at 6:15 pm
Unplucked eyebrows and muscular neck indicate a Lezzo, so, no man bun, no purse, she’s made the whole thing up.
All bow before Richard Cranium’s deep knowledge of ways to identify those with “different” leanings.
“I’d picked her for a teacher … and likely a greenie.”
Any difference these days?
I have a man purse
They’re air stewards. Of course they’re fucking gay.
not that there’s anything wrong with that
I love these meme threads! The reason they work so well is that the leftards at whom they’re aimed have banned humour as a condition of entry to their athiest religion and have the intellect of three-year-old girls — that is, they’re retarded.