Gathered from around the Internet over the past week. Click any image for a larger view.
More next week.
Peter
The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Gathered from around the Internet over the past week. Click any image for a larger view.
More next week.
Peter
Following the news that Tennessee plans to rename Nashville International Airport after Dolly Parton, this appeared. Click the image to be taken to a larger version on X.com.
I can't think of a more perfect tribute. Dolly herself, known for her robust (you should pardon the expression) sense of humor, would be laughing her head off at that one!
Peter
Stefan Pastis does it again! Click the image to be taken to a larger version at the "Pearls Before Swine" Web page.
I sense a business opportunity here. I still have farmer friends in South Africa who aren't far from major inland rivers, complete with Nile crocodiles. How many crocodiles per yard of moat, do you think? Given enough wetbacks moatbacks, they wouldn't require much feeding, either!
I was amused to see this list over at Raconteur Press's Substack. Click the image for a larger view.
I've used literally all of them - they're more common in English-English than in American-English. To one, however, there hangs a tail (you should pardon the expression).
Shortly after I came to this country, thirty years ago, I noticed a number of references to berries that I hadn't encountered in South Africa. There were blueberries, and white mulberries, and more. However, although I occasionally heard the term "dingleberry", I never saw one. Intrigued, I asked a family one day (with whom I was staying for a few days) where I could find "dingleberries".
You can imagine my puzzlement when the father cracked up laughing, the mother had to leave the table with her hands clasped to her face and her shoulders shaking from suppressed merriment, and the two daughters blushed red as roses. When Dad stopped laughing, he explained the true meaning of the word ( for the benefit of non-American readers, it's the third meaning of the noun in the list provided).
My innocence shattered, I declined the opportunity to sample a dingleberry pie . . .
Peter