“We’re All Gonna Die”
Charge Of The Snowboy Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Snow
Rode the three snowboys.
“Forward, the Snow Brigade!
Charge for the trees!” he said.
Into the valley of Snow
Rode the three snowboys,
And their trusty snow bears.
**Apologies to Lord Tennyson
The Charge of the Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Grizzly Photobombs Fisherman
The fisherman’s pretty lucky that the Grizzly settled for a just cap and a selfie, rather than a trophy fish and a bite off the guy’s ass.
Butt Rocket – Not Your Standard Glycerin Suppository
**These will set you free, too.
Darwin’s Forklift Brigade
Darwin ponders the question of just how many drivers does it take to operate a forklift? Operate poorly, he adds. By his count, four would be the correct number here. One to steer, two to ride side-saddle, and one to bail off the rear thereby nearly getting his genomes crushed. Thankfully, number four had a bit of the crabbing, scrabbling gene which barely allowed his two most important jewels to survive.
Natural selection deems that some individuals serve as a warning to others. Who are we to disagree? The next generation, ever and anon, is descended from the survivors
These Recalls Are Getting Old
First they came for the salad (romaine lettuce), then they came for the meat main dish (hamburger), then they recalled the pretty garnish (fried onions and garlic). Pretty soon the only thing left to eat will be dog food. Whoopsie….
