Doubtless my American friends are currently groaning their way out of the severe indigestion and food comas that inevitably follow a Thanksgiving feast. Having attended my share of such events during my time in the FUSA, I sympathise – though I never indulged to THAT level. (Not least because, most times I went for Thanksgiving dinners, I drove back, and alcohol and busy road traffic do NOT mix well.)
Nonetheless, Thanksgiving is always a fun holiday for everyone. In the FUSA, it always signalled basically the end of the working year – even in banking, pretty much NOTHING moved between Thanksgiving and New Year, and everyone put their brain into “SLOW” mode for the holidays. It was great – you could stroll into the office around 1000, snooze through the day, kind-of-sort-of make an effort around 1600, and walk out the door again at 1730.
Of course, if you worked in retail, or audit… well, things were a bit different, because that was BUSY season. The rest of us, though, simply checked out mentally.
In that spirit, then, enjoy the holidays. The year sure went by really bloody fast, though it did not seem like that earlier on. Somehow, the past couple of months have simply zipped by, and we are now staring down the barrel of the end of another year, where – if we are very lucky – we might just get to the end of it without some brain-dead old man (y’all know who that is) setting off a nuke by “accident”, thinking it was his morning vitamins.
We are also looking at the rapidly approaching end of Western dominance and global hegemony. And that is VERY much to the good – that heghemon has become so corrupt, so evil, and so utterly ridiculous, that its destruction is long overdue and thoroughly deserved. That does not mean it will be easy or pleasant – in fact, it will be cataclysmic.
All we can do is hope and pray that whatever replaces it, will be a bit less corrupt, and a lot less insane.
And with that, let us get to the real reason for today’s poast.
This week’s Instathot is Kylie Rae, probably in her mid-twenties, from somewhere in the FUSA. She is a proper thot – TQ of 10, no ifs, ands, or buts. I have no idea who or what else she is, but suffice to say – look, don’t touch.
Happy Friday, lads. Make sure you have plenty of Tums and Immodium on hand, some of you are likely to have a rough weekend. And try not to overdo the internet shopping – the reality is, you probably don’t need a new gigantiferous 75-inch TV.
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that’s a woman who doesn’t want to go swimming.
You know the saying, if it flies, floats or fucks? This woman does two out of three.