Had an Irish colleague at a previous job. Asked him how he could possibly be this good at banter and he said everyone does this back home. General high level of banter by default.

Funniest fucking colleague ever.

That’s a lot easier than I thought it would be. Thanks so much.

Does anyone know when we even start to feel like a grow up? I’m sure I’ll look back at my 40s and wince.

Ah I see. Yep. And it’s easier to see it as you get older.

Didn’t want to miss out on the chance to diss myself though. I was as dumb as a rock back then. And in many ways, still am.

Er no. My progeny is a decade ahead of where I was at his age. Smarter and more self assured and stable.

He’s not dumber. But I’ve realised I am.

What?! Yikes

Lycra Rugby

What do you mean old chap?

I’m Dutch today.

Ooh. This gives me an idea. Randomly drop a few small ziplock bags of fast acting laxatives at a festival.

It’s snoozing.

I break the fourth wall with my imaginary audience with a really hard Paddington Bear stare, then swipe away, but you do what works for you.

This one, officer.

I think he’d honestly go to war before actually facing consequences. Bread and circuses.

I don’t know Kid Rock songs at all but it made me think of this absolute classic: https://youtu.be/MyMta4RIrlg

Lots of lead shielding and warning signs to anyone coming from any direction other than the bunker door.

One very large and just-subcritical block of something with a long half life and just seconds of fatal exposure, between that and the door.

I have a palm somewhere in the loft. The one you could pull the section with the controls down and have a bigger screen. Been wondering what I could do with it. Great OS as I remember. Even got the little folding kb.

Having seen (recently) a close relative succumb to dementia. All this hits home. Very on the nose.

Some clients do this. No idea why. Have had it happen myself.

That’s a hell of a load bearing tailgate

This literally is the Onion.