Posted on January 20, 2017 at 8:02 pm in humor, humour, Picture Post, politics | RSS feed
So, what’s the joke?
There is no joke. I’d like to be able to laugh at this arrogant bastard, but it’s too serious.
When you find a way, please let us know, the liquor is running out.
I’ll arrange a shipment of tequila for you, from my contact in Mexico.
Oh, hang on . . . maybe not . . .
Thank you, Nobbly, make mine bacon.
We’re like mental refugees in a sinking ship of sanity, not that all of us were yar to begin with….
mental refugees in a sinking ship of sanity
I was impressed with that. Really impressed. That ATW has a way with words, I thought.
Then I was brought back down to earth when I found the word “yar” further along the sentence.
Ah, well. It was nice while it lasted.
‘yar’ sounds rather West Country to me; I thought you’d have approved.
‘ere, who ‘ee think yar talking to, mester ?
Well, not all rats take to ships, I guess.
I prefer to keep all my feet on terra firma. The more the firmer, the less the terror.
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