I made a new hat this morning. It is green and made from cotton and has been officially designated my Spring Hat.

Aw, she looks just like me.

Nice Kiwi blokes - shame about the women | Stuff.co.nz

There is not a single dud paragraph in this story.

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Shit Ross, if you want me to stop posting GPOYWs just come right out and say it.

There’s nothing like a stunt marriage proposal to set me fuming at the way the gays are destroying the sacredness of marriage.

Sir Vivian Richards. Knight, hero and legend.

Helmets? Who needs ‘em? - Sport - theage.com.au

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Man’s game my arse. I played cricket. Without a helmet. Hell I would have been just as effective without a bat.

putthison:

When we were talking to the writer of this piece about Put This On in the Globe & Mail, I was delighted to learn a bit of inside info about my colleague Adam Lisagor.  As a pre-school aged child, he wore, every day, what he called his “gentleman’s suit.”

It is pictured above, and it is my considered opinion that no further commentary is necessary.

You know those cards you can get with a picture of Jesus and “In case of emergency please call a priest” written on the back?

I want this photo on my card, with the instructions, “In case of emergency please hold this card in front of my face, so I can die in unrestrained bliss.”

GPOYW We all fall down edition.

Deprived of speech, he sang without words.

I got to speak to Chris Knox the day I took this photograph. Or rather he spoke to me and I got really nervous and mumbled inanities. He was as lovely as a man made of loveliness.

insooutso:

F, Marry, Kill:

Merlin, Adam, Scott.

Reblog your answers (with your heart).

Kill Merlin. Obviously. But preserve the body.

Marry Scott. Because a lady always needs a loofah on hand.

Assuming “F” stands for “Feed Cupcakes To While Sculpting His Back Hair Into a Magical Wonderland”, Adam.

Damn beagle. Well played, my friend, well played.