It’s sweet, don’t you think! Can’t we all just get along?
from b3ta passed along by azahar
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raincoaster 
Wait a second. Would Homer really toss away his only donut?
Perhaps it’s best to think of it as “plating” the donut prior to eating it. Oooh, maybe the Cerne Giant is in for a treat after all!
Oh jeez. This one is so going to get blamed on the Americans.
In this BBC article it says:
“It is not the first time the giant has been used to advertise products. He has been used to promote items as diverse as condoms, jeans and bicycles.”
Bicycles? In any case, it’s nuthin new. Then again, imagine if they tried using an image of Muhammad…
But who’s to say that’s NOT Muhammad? I mean, do you know what he looks like? Maybe he had the portrait done and promptly made a ban on representations of the human form, because he thought they’d make him look fat. It makes total sense to me.
Also I note that the PAGAN field is looking a little brown and unkempt. The for-profit field is, by contrast, looking green and lush. Is there a metaphor here?
Yeah the real thing is often a let-down and the fake stuff can always be relied upon.
Hang on, we’re talking grass right? Hmmm
Being full of shit can sometimes yield the most profit?
Hey it worked for Bush and Bliar!
Neither of them look particularly constipated to me.
Wow. He looks like he has nine and some change.
Yep. On Defamer yesterday somebody said something about Englishmen having small penises and I said “you and I have known VERY different Englishmen.” Maybe mine had a little Greek in them…oh, what am I saying? They went to private school: of COURSE they had a little Greek from time to time.
You nasty thing you!
I’m guessing our beloved John Major had a little something special in those pants.
Oops, almost did it again. I meant Tony Blair. How about this – you take Major, I’ll take Blair. Sounds fair to me!
I don’t THINK so, sweetie. The other way round, sure. You might even like it: according to his mistress, Major was MAJOR in the sack. Stamina of an endurance racehorse, and uh, other qualities in common as well.
Blair’s all mine. Hands off!
Oooh, look what I found on the Guardian:
THIS WEEK’S COMPETITION
The Backbencher has a particularly exciting prize this week – a new DVD! Thatcher, The Final Days is a PG-rated – for semi-nudity and mild violence, no doubt – drama documentary starring Sylvia Syms from Peak Practice and Keith Drinkel as John Major. Network, the studio, aptly describes the performances as “powerhouse”. For a chance of winning it, just tell the Backbencher what colour underpants Tony was wearing when he accused Alastair Campbell of envying his body and asked how many PMs “have a body like this”. Email backbencher at guardianunlimited dot co dot uk.
Are you going to enter? Do you know the colour of Tony’s underpants?
Well if Major is so great in the sack then why aren’t you having any of it?
He’s a TORY! Not going near that. Not only was he a Tory, but he’s a married Tory whose government sucked. He was even a bad politician.
I do not know the colour of TOny’s underpants, alas, but some day I shall!
Boy, talk about overreacting . . .
Rescue teams tackle flood chaos
Remind me not to get the pagans pissed off at me. Uh-oh. Maybe too late already.
It is, of course, pouring here.