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Weirdest gay romance novel EVER

Not really. It’s an ad for a Health and Safety training course that keeps popping up in my Twitter feed.

One week to go until my guests descend and I will fob you off with any old shit while I continue scrubbing floors.

But tomorrow — Dead Pool Round 113. Be here or be somewhere else and just wish you were here.

May I just say Round 112 was one of my favorite wins ever, and leave it at that?


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 30, 2018, 10:31 pm

May I just say Round 112 was one of my favorite wins ever, and leave it at that?

Of course, Mme. Hermine! All who have wished to do so have made their thoughts known, in some cases quite energetically.

And I, for one, welcome your “any old shit” because it is always worthwhile.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: August 30, 2018, 10:51 pm

Sigh – An old joke with two possible endings depending on how woke you are:

Two men are hunting in the mountains of California one fall afternoon, when one of fhe two has to answer a call of nature. Unfortunately, he pisses straight on the head of a rattlesnake which is not amused. Said pissed off/pissed on snake shows his displeasure by biting said pisser squarely on the head of his Dick.

The bitten hunter’s friend drops his rifle and runs panting the three miles into town, where he talks to the doctor who explains the poison must be sucked from the place of the bite as real medical help will probably be two hours in arriving Failure to remove the poison will definitely result in an ugly death from snakebite.

The old pre-woke punchline: The friend runs the three miles back to the victim, and explains, “Doc says you’re gonna die”.

The the new woke punchline : The friend runs three miles back to the victim, and explains, “Doc says I did the right thing…”

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 31, 2018, 1:13 am

Speaking for myself, I’d be delighted to see some of your old drawings again. Didn’t you draw ancient tree in an old church yard?

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: August 31, 2018, 1:31 am

I read that they played My Way at McCain’s funeral. I think this would have been more fitting:


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 31, 2018, 12:35 pm

By all accounts, John McCain continues to prove he really was an asshole by insulting people from beyond the grave.

Hence I have no problem insulting him from this side of it.

Comment from RushBabe
Time: August 31, 2018, 1:12 pm

Ooooh, ooh, Deborah HH has whetted my appetite over said win in the last dead pool. Could I claim a “drawring” of said ancient tree in olde church yard for the McCain win?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 31, 2018, 1:23 pm

RushBabe: you could do, if it existed. I don’t believe I’ve ever…mmmm…thinking…

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 31, 2018, 3:23 pm

I thought there was a drawing of a tree, Stoaty, but maybe it was a photograph instead. Maybe I thought it would make a nice drawing. My mind goes places without me 🙂

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: August 31, 2018, 3:46 pm

Deborah HH – “My mind goes places without me 🙂”

Probably a good thing Deborah – I know if I went with mine when it goes I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t come back. 🙂

Comment from LesterIII
Time: August 31, 2018, 5:52 pm

In reference to SomeVegetable’s classically entertaining joke: Methinks that McCain was the rattlesnake and We were the ones that got bit, repeatedly, without ever pissing on him in the first place.

I thank him for his service, not sorry he’s gone. And I even *like* snakes.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: August 31, 2018, 6:30 pm

Dead pool? I wonder if I shout real loud it’ll get sweasel’s attention…


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