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Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Tuesday Totty....




Thought for the Day ..


H/T Don Emslie

I just love anagrams, don't you?

Have you noticed that if you rearrange the words 'illegal immigrants' and add a few more letters, it spells out:

'F**k off and go home you hairy faced, sandal wearing, bomb making, benefit grabbing, goat f**king, smelly, rag head bastards'

How weird is that ??

H/T Killem

If you thought Piranhas were little.....



H/T Jeffrey Nihart

Monday, 8 September 2008

Bedtime View....


H/T DML




H/T
Mark Scott

Typical Bloggers Office....

News....

Contempt, apathy and lies - why Britain is crying out for our own 'pitbull with lipstick'. Melanie Phillips on 'Sarah the Slayer'.

Brown: 'I will not go without a fight'. Defiant PM vows to meet enemies head-on. Deluded Prick.

Reduce net immigration to zero, say MPs. Finally some MPs with balls.

Terror groups developing 'dirty bomb', say security chiefs. No s**t.

Modern Jean de Florette exposes dark heart of French farming. The French really are a bunch of ignorant peasants. Take away the EU subsidies and see how quick they change things.

Hamid Karzai blames Britain for Taliban resurgence. Try looking at Pakistan. If you want to get rid of the poppy crop, try introducing a disease something that kills it naturally. A sort of GM Bio Drug War

Green activists 'are keeping Africa poor'. An effing menace those greens.

The New Football Season......

Opening night party for the Los Angeles Temptation of the all-new Lingerie Football League!

Caption Time....


H/T Everyone who sent me this.

Bye bye.....

Monday Mopsies...




Thought for the day ..

'Great people talk about ideas
Average people talk about things
Small people talk about other people
And legends, like us, never talk .... we just drink'


H/T M Kohl

Nice one......


H/T DML

A Poem to Start the Week......

Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits: By Pam Ayres


Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,
Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers,
Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.
It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning,
And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

'Cos tits can be such troublesome things
When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing.
And although they go well with my Bingo wings,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow,
When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low,
When they're less of a friend and more of a foe,
Then I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When I was young I got whistles and hoots,
From the men on the site to the men in the suits,
Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters,
Cruising around with my favourite suitors.
Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters,
I wish I'd looked after me tits.

When they follow behind and get trapped in the door,
When they're less in the air and more near the floor,
When people see less of them rather than more,
Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.


H/T DML


Bright JSTARS

A U.S. Air Force E-8C JSTARS from the 7th Expeditionary Air Combat and Control Squadron Joint Surveillance Target Attack Radar System sits on the ramp before a mission over Iraq, Sept. 1, 2008. U.S. Air Force photo by Staff Sgt. Aaron Allmon II.