 |
| image courtesy of mr verge |
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
28 comments:
Young kid: "she's wearing a thong".
One for Mr verge - this one already has a caption.
https://imgur.com/maXsLqM
Good grief, mr Mike, is that what Mr Spooner meant by a Bunky Spill? Have they no shame?
By the way, look closely at the skirt-lifting brat and it's a Greta mini-me, complete with evil imp expression.
cheers
v./
Mr verge: I think the modern word is a "shart". Now if only I could think of a crossword clue?
I wasn't sure if the kid was male or female or some other gender?
the ira, al qaeda, and isis:
let them have kalashnikovs
"Young Polish artisan joins portmanteau follow-through" (5).
Imps are non-binary, mr mike, especially green ones.
v./
freude, schöner götterfunken,
tochter aus elysium,
wir betreten feuertrunken,
himmlische, dein heiligtum!
deine zauber binden wieder
was die mode streng geteilt;
alle menschen werden brüder
wo dein sanfter flügel weilt.
wem der große wurf gelungen
eines freundes freund zu sein;
wer ein holdes weib errungen
mische seinen jubel ein!
ja, wer auch nur eine seele
sein nennt auf dem erdenrund!
und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle
weinend sich aus diesem bund!
freude trinken alle wesen
an den brüsten der natur;
alle guten, alle bösen
folgen ihrer rosenspur.
küsse gab sie uns und reben,
einen freund, geprüft im tod;
wollust ward dem wurm gegeben
und der cherub steht vor gott.
froh, wie seine sonnen fliegen
durch des himmels prächt’gen plan
laufet, brüder, eure bahn,
freudig, wie ein held zum siegen.
seid umschlungen, millionen!
diesen kuß der ganzen welt!
brüder, über’m sternenzelt
muß ein lieber vater wohnen.
ihr stürzt nieder, millionen?
ahnest du den schöpfer, welt?
such’ ihn über’m sternenzelt!
über sternen muß er wohnen.
i'm not going to channel my husband's guilt for blood-mineral-genocide in congo and rwanda...
because i've enough guilt of my own for genocide i've committed in the middle-east.
mrs clinton follows the protocol
mrs clinton prepares for take-off
i demand action against cumbre vieja on carbon-emissions
arch racial profiler mrs clinton expresses her sociological surprise at being stalked by a white "super-predator".
oh, hillary clinton...
nasty neo-imperialist war-criminals really turn me on something rotten - that's not a caption, by-the-way, just a pathetically fawning demonstration of my intense personal feelings for the absolutely scrumptious former first lady.
yes, quite frankly, i fancy a fuck with her nasty neo-imperialist husband too - that's not a caption either, just an appropriately measured lgbtq+ demonstration of my politically correct ardour for the clintons as a progressive lgbtq+ couple.
g is for genocidal, by-the-way
could you ask those awful anti-war conspiracy-theorists to protest against the climate-emergency instead, please?
diligent school-child gives mrs clinton her covid-jab - just to be on the safe side
dear david bitchsmell
4pm tomorrow carissa's the bakery, east hampton - be there or be square
ps:
please chop your wanger off - to prove your one of us
dear dave bs
looking forward intensely to the hamptons-threesome tomorrow
hey, no need for hang-ups - her majesty had me done a few years back...
yeah, long story, buddy...
but to cut it short...
well, let's just say it's a bugger being a progressive, man.
by-the-way, i must apologize for my bitter half's grammar - her writing "your" instead of "you're" etc...
shit, how embarrassing is that?
yep, between you and me, dave, "she who must be installed" just massacres every motherfucking thing she touches...
love and sloppy kisses
wc
dear dave bs
looking forward intensely to the hamptons-3sum tomorrow
hey, no need for hang-ups - her majesty had me done a few years back...
yeah, long story, buddy...
but to cut it short...
well, let's just say it's a bugger being a progressive, man.
by-the-way, i must apologize for my bitter half's appalling grammar - her writing "your" instead of "you're" etc...
shit, how embarrassing is that?
yep, between you and me, dave, "she who must be installed" just massacres every motherfucking thing she touches...
love and sloppy kisses
wc
xxxxx
1.4 millimetre per annum sea-level-rise?
yeah, i think i'll sit that one out on a molehill
pc
hey guys, if there's a crack in your schedule, could you fit me in too?
obviously i'll do the politically appropriate business regarding my tackle an' all that...
love
hb
yes, the politically motivated censorship is absolutely shameful, cannibill - these maga-folks have just got no sense of huma.
oh yes, now that reminds me...
there's someone i completely forgot to invite to the party...
northern ireland is a symbol of peace and hope - just like moi
libya, syria, somalia, yemen, afghanistan...?
just a nice neo-liberal exercize in building back better, hunnies.
personal attendant takes new chancellor for walkies armed with pooper-scooper and plastic bag
Thank you, mr ultrapox and your chums for your whole-hearted caption contest fervour - but we cannot turn Ishmaelia into a dating site.
We will now call the caption contest closed, while recognising the excellence of the contributions and inventive avatar-names.
not even room for a little one?
inquisitive page discovers where the former secretary of hate hides her broomstick
Post a Comment