Binocular Soccer

Most sports, I find, don’t particularly interest me. Even quiddich. Which I note is not in the spellchecker…surely it should be? But then, apparently, neither is “spellchecker.”

Sports. I was talking about sports. The ways to make a sport interesting to me are either put horses in it, play it on ice, or inject a note of mortal peril or demented humour. Padding a battalion of guys with mattresses over every inch of their bodies and making them throw a ball around is NOT how to do it.

This is how to do it:

stolen from with malice

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Quote o’ the Day: The Man

Never Forget, Never Surrender

This is the smartest thing I’ve heard in ages. From tonight’s meeting of The Shebeen Club.

Me: “And I’m all, like, fuck The Man!

Ian: “You know, sometimes The Man just needs a little foreplay.”

Well, no wonder!

Married To The Sea

Didn’t see that coming

Astrological Magazine

Stolen from Neatorama. How poignant, yet… how side-splittingly funny!

And why do you never see “Psychic wins lottery” eh?

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Bless You!

funny dog picture, loldogs, wtf, loldog, weird
Gezundheit!
(Is it bad to say I thought this was a mic and couldn’t figure out why the dog was cringing?)