

It’s his money. Let him do it, if it makes him happy. You don’t have to use it.


It’s his money. Let him do it, if it makes him happy. You don’t have to use it.


What utter rubbish! Nothing is better than whisky for colds and 'flu.
Blame it on a mid-life crisis.


Morgan Freeman, obviously.


Helen Hunt in Trancers. I loved that film!
I’d prefer Sauvignon Blanc but sacrifices have to be made.
The same things I can’t tell you.


I suppose it’s a slight improvement over molesting children.


She travelled to China three days after his heart attack.


It was still created by a volcanic event but it took much less time to form than previously thought.


We’re all going to die. Having some fun on the way out is all I ask.


To save you a click: it became a sanctuary for insects, especially bees.
“One lesson from 2008, he argues, was that boosting the incomes of those at the bottom is the only sustainable way to grow an economy. When the rich get extra money, they tend to save it, which simply pushes up asset prices; when the poor get extra money, they spend it, which creates all sorts of real economic activity.”
No shit, Sherlock.
We had someone like this in our team; we called him Colin The Cuntopillar.
Reminds me of this Douglas Adams quote referencing Fawlty Towers:
“The switch had two settings. You could either turn it to AUTO, in which case the awning lowered itself whenever the sun came out, or you could set it to MANUEL [sic], in which case, we assumed, a small, incompetent Spanish waiter came and did it for you.”


Absolutely! I’ve discovered some amazing modern artists, mostly via film and TV (streaming series) soundtracks, especially the latter.

That was an excellent read. Thanks for posting!


I bet they wouldn’t have blamed god if you had died! He always gets the credit but never the blame.


I should never have bought the chips and chocolate.
I was pretty good at it, in that none of the enemy tanks could ever get me. The trick was to reverse away from them, turning a bit at a time, until you were lined up for a shot. In the end, I always ran into an object behind me and got stuck just long enough for one of the missiles to get me.