Our children apparently have less and less to do these days and have taken to these fads. They started innocuous enough, right? I mean the worst thing that happened in the beginning was that the person pouring the ice water slipped and dumped it on their head by accident; nobody died. Then came the spoonful of cinnamon; I don’t think anybody died. And now there is the Illuminati practice of eating tide pods; kids died.
Propane torch when geo was a kid: “Propane.”
Propane torch today: “Propane — Do Not Point Toward Face!” WTF has changed here, kids?
Jimmy Kreezle’s job interview: “Thank you for showing interest in National Security Technology, Mr. Kreezle. I must say, your résumé looks quite impressive and… oh… oh dear… there appears to be a video of you on the Internet that shows you willfully recording yourself urinating in your pants. Yeah, uh… we don’t have anything available right now — perhaps try McDonald’s?”
This is a video explaining the consumption of Tide Pods challenge if you need enlightenment.
Utter Covidiots Who Cut Holes in Masks
Well in an earlier issue of the Roundup we did establish that our country does not recruit its navy’s aircraft carrier skippers from our pool of convenience store clerks. I’m confident that one of the questions in the poor woman’s job interview was not:
“Do you understand the proper use of the N95 surgical mask?” More likely they asked something to the effect:
“Would touching bare weenies while reloading the hotdog roller grill make you feel uncomfortable?”
I’m not picking on women either; I have seen a tiger’s share of photos of male Covidiots going full donkey with their masks: poking holes in them so they can smoke or sip their drink through a straw, or pulling them down so they can eat. In my learning of operations in red/chem/bio environments the hard-fast rules on the most basic level of operation are:
You don’t eat!
You don’t drink!
You don’t smoke!
and you don’t mess around with Jim!
I added the last one but the other three are totally legit.
Pout? What is that? What does that mess in the pic have to do with pouting? We Cajuns call pouting ‘”bouder” and one who is bouder-ing is a “boudon”… an you be a boudon by hanging down ya great big “babine” — ya boo-boo lip. So “apres pendre la babine” means ya hanging ya boo-boo lip down and pouting. It ain’t have nothing to do with no big fat-lipped sistah!
Is she pretty now? Was she pretty before? It’s impossible to tell with all that mess she’s got on her face — definitely wouldn’t want to try to tap that! Why, I’ll bet even Big Steve Balestrieri wouldn’t want to hit it. How do I explain that detachment of hers from reality?
Well, she’s a philosophy major, so she’s got nowhere in life to go with that “intellect.” Perhaps that led her to lean harder on her physical beauty in a grossly disillusioned fashion?
How about the being from Bulgaria part — what even is Bulgaria? It’s like a place that even Russians wouldn’t go to if they could escape from Russia. Russians sit in squalid speakeasies in St. Petersburg because they have no jobs and no hope and no money… and they clink their glasses of vodka to together:
“Na zdravlje, tovarisch… at least, comrades, we are not in Bulgaria — na zdravlje!”
How’s she even going to wear her CV-19 protective mask?
And Finally…
I’m rapidly becoming a fan of the Epoch Times news magazine. Here is a link to a coronavirus documentary by Epoch Times. It is one of the two best documentaries I have seen on the subject; the other documentary was also a product of the Epoch Times.
By Almighty God and with honor,
geo sends
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