Who in fuck do you think is running all this?

No doubt there's a very expensive stew made of all these poor creatures

https://archive.is/EIAfy
always search on archive.is
with the ft and many others, you can archive it yourself if no one else has

Berger?
Bisset?
Boucher?
Brodeur?
Caron?
Charpentier?
Chevrolet?
Couture?

Strange sort of pepper mill. idk.*




*happy 4/20

How many coins could you mine with the energy from 600 barrels of oil?

#keepyourdropletsoutofmymucousmembranes

Happy Easter to all our Orthodox friends and brothers.
καλό Πάσχα
Paste Fericit
Срећан Ускрс
з вялік днём
Христос воскрес!

Use your loaf, he's never gonna do that. Anyway with all this attention, frankly he needs the bread.

I like a big girl who isn't too bothered about rhythm. fyi

All Members.

Firstly “Thank you” for the comments I am now receiving from many of you.  Any suitable material that I can use please forward to me.   I intend to carry on the Daily Humour for as long as this Lock Down goes on;    How much longer is anyone’s guess at the moment.

Extract from the diary of Pam Ayres.   My dad was a linesman for the Southern Electricity Board for 44 years and a sergeant in the [Regiment] during the war. He has the most fantastic sense of humour – he was tremendous fun – but he did have an awful temper. I was scared to death of his temper, but we all got on and we had a tremendous bond.

The Daily Express Newspaper, yesterday 18th,  confirms that  Pam did indeed composed this poem.

Thank you  Jean S***** also Reg C***** for this contribution.


Time for us girls by Pam Ayres


I'm normally a social girl, I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here we can't go out the gates.
You see, we are the 'oldies' now, we need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while, they'll think we've upped and died.

They'll never know the things we did before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook so not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s - if you only knew the truth!

There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll, the pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied and were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married and turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then granny, who on earth did we become?

We didn't mind the change of pace because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead is like a red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside for 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again then I had to close the door!

It didn’t really bother me, I'd while away the hour
I'd bake for all the family but I've got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful, I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris or some random sexy killer.

At least I've got a stash of booze for when I'm being idle
There's wine and whiskey,  even gin if I'm feeling suicidal!
So let's all drink to lockdown, to recovery and health
And hope this awful virus doesn't decimate our wealth.

We'll all get through the crisis and be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide to fit through the flaming gates!


Keep safe everyone,

Hon Sec

And in upward ruptures of a different sort
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/sex-dolls-stand-unassisted-equipped-21702199

 The doll is capable of incredible movements (Image: Silicone Lovers)

Decentralised finance slapped with a class action lawsuit

None of these things make any sense. News at 10.

Get a grip, ethtards. Bitcoin or go home.

Faggots.