What's amused you today?

Isn't this costumer supposed to be blonde?? << With an 'E' of course.

 

Lucky b*stards!

 

Well... It could have been rabbit poop.

 

That's politics.

 

Witchcraft!

 

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

 

But... Why sirs??

 

He approves of lockdown.

 

That must be a myth.

 

Sweden has manners.

 

They sure look like a bunch of yobs.

 

It's the Gladiators.

 

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Dead bird.

 

A mask may be a license to work.

 

You're never too young for your first diabetes starter pack.

 

I ran across this today.

Sir robeth'rt hath a swift handeth that gent shalt glance 'round the cubiculo but nay speaketh his planeth that gent hath a did roll cigar hangin f'r doth lip that gent is a rouge knight that gent hath a six bolteth crossbow hath found in thins fath'rs chest, lo a crate of joyous things that gent knoweth not that gent cometh f'r thine aye that gent cometh f'r thine

ch'rus: all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth runeth from mine own crossbow all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth with haste from mine own bolteth all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth runeth from mine own crossbow all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth with haste from mine own bolteth

fath'r lab'rs the longeth day late is the hour lo that gent returns, late is the hour lo that gent returns that gent bringeth thine a gift supp'r lies in the den pack'd in ice longeth hath i await'd this eve with sleight of mineth handeth a swift pulleth of the trigg'r i reason'd with mineth cigar i sayeth: “thine hair is aflame thou might not but has't hath lost thy wit!”

ch'rus: all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth runeth from mine own crossbow all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth with haste from mine own bolteth all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth runeth from mine own crossbow all the oth'r knights with thine quite quaint armeth'r most wondrous thee runneth most wondrous thee runneth with haste from mine own bolteth