A bouncer was standing outside a club when suddenly a horde of feet poured down the street and began squealing, “Let us in, let us in!” “This establishment’s non-discrimination policy doesn’t apply to autonomous human body parts,” he replied, “so fuck off.” But they began kicking at his ankles, and hopping up his legs to…
Because they contain payment cards. Yup, 60s festival administration came home. Jesus F Christ, what ‘tards. I might have an alcohol-free beer to get over the shock. Seriously, get yourself a kazoo this Christmas, and pay cash. The North Koreans haven’t banned them yet, though followers of the Only True Faith are a bit twitchy.
Have you ever considered how incredibly handy it is that next year is always one more than this one? Such powers must never be handed over to Brussels, and there’s only one way to ensure that.
Says a Finn (articles). Kudos to anyone who can identify the painting, and to Kari Poikolainen for standing in front of it. Now for the season of apocalyptic deluges and painful droughts.
Martin Filler -(faux?) outraged New York dandy- is certainly a giggle. If he had any serious interest in France or the Gothic he’d know that the sexless late-republican yellowing of major churches has been going on for some time now. (If all those black virgins are to be white once more, then surely we also…
Though its interest rate hike press release is only slightly more difficult to understand than Joseph Cotterill’s comment, and, despite its rather pressing concerns, it is still doing much better than the Ajuntament de Vic. Here’s a free comma to hang behind “loans” in para 2: ,.
José Fariña is writing about Galicia, but his comments are generally applicable: form follows function, so rural flight and the conversion of C20th smallholding culture into industrial agriculture and bear forests will inevitably lead to the entire replacement of the gloriously heterogeneous building culture of the past by drab “rural” 2nd home estates of Asterix…
My standard fare is NL/FR>EN legal and industrial, which goes down with a general lack of fuss and fury. But every now and again some loon writes, looking for someone to undercut Google Translate on, say, Serbian>Welsh, and sometimes I put out my horns, like the little Kyloe cow (do click!): for Romanian, for example,…
