Day 251 – Random (part 15287334)
Nothing to do with today’s photo but Bill Bailey is fair funny! Imagine being able to come up with some lines like below:
My first job was selling doors, door to door. That’s a tough job innit? Ding Dong. Can I interest you in a- oh shit you’ve got one already haven’t you? Well never mind…
But we won’t have any genetically modified food, oooh no, we won’t have any GM. Which is a shame, I think we’ve missed a trick there. We could develop wheat with the properties of Velcro…to catch whatever it is that’s forming those crop circles! But then the spaceship would have to have the corresponding Velcro so it’s a bit of a long shot!
You’re absolutely right, Hitler was a vegetarian. It’s very unseemly to think so, but there he was. Just goes to show, vegetarianism, not always a good thing. Can in some extreme cases lead to genocide.
Nostalgia: How long’s that been around?
You see, there’s a term that men feel more comfortable with. Bloke, blokey bloke bloke. It’s a kind of friendly term. ‘Oh, he’s a bloke, lovely bloke, nice bloke, blokey bloke. I’m a bloke, you’re a bloke, wahey!’ It doesn’t impose any unnecessary demands on us as men. ‘Bloke’, that’s just basically ‘carry stuff, don’t get in the way’. ‘Man’, that’s all kinds of other things, isn’t it? That’s nobility, gallantry, wisdom… that conjures up some image of a bloke in a cardigan with a pipe saying ‘Cover up those table legs, mother, they’re inflaming my sexual ardour’.
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