Topic: Things that made you laugh today: some people notice when l change the title (Read 1766389 times)

Bumber · « **Reply #7965 on:** November 04, 2017, 11:18:16 am »

Quote from: Ehndras on November 02, 2017, 09:23:15 pm

PapaGate?

"Dem Dirty Dems ar' papagating these lies with the lib'ral media!"

IronTomato · « **Reply #7966 on:** November 04, 2017, 09:12:46 pm »

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5u0AnHyhlA

Egan_BW · « **Reply #7967 on:** November 04, 2017, 10:40:39 pm »

Videogames.

Akura · « **Reply #7968 on:** November 05, 2017, 08:26:58 am »

I'll be honest, if I were playing that game, I'd be playing like that.

I also like the fact that the advertisement next to the video was for Happy Wheels.

Loud Whispers · « **Reply #7969 on:** November 06, 2017, 03:22:00 pm »

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I had been asleep for some hours when I was abruptly awoken by the blare of music and by a series of cataclysmic crashes. It was clearly useless to try to sleep and so I got up and went upstairs to see what was going on. The room above mine was, it turned out, a restaurant, and at a point which must have been just above my bed a team of six solidly built Armenians were executing, with immense gusto, a Cossack dance, kicking out their legs to the front and sides and springing in the air, to the accompaniment of a full-sized band and of frenzied shouting and hand-clapping from all present. There was no hope of sleep. I ordered a bottle of vodka and decided to make a night of it. From national dances, the band now switched to jazz and soon the floor was crowded with the élite of Baku; officers and officials and their girls, Party Members and the big men of the oil world. They danced with more enthusiasm than skill. Up to a year or two before jazz, or ‘dzhaz’, as it was called, had been frowned on as bourgeois stuff.

Now suddenly, by one of those sudden, unaccountable changes of line which form such a bewildering feature of Soviet conduct, it had become the height of Soviet culture. Indeed in Moscow a State Dzhaz Band had been formed, whose leader, it was rumoured, drew a higher salary than Stalin himself. Obedient to the Party line, the chief citizens of Baku, Russians, Tartars, Jews, Georgians and Armenians, clasping their peroxided companions to them, shuffled solemnly round to the strains of 1 ain’t nobody’s baby’ rendered with considerable feeling by a Tartar band, which presently broke into a swing version of the ‘Internationale’. The women, though for the most part drably dressed, all wore painted nails and a great deal of lipstick. This, too, was evidently a sign of culture. Thinking it over as I retired to bed for the second time, I wondered whether the Soviet Government did not perhaps regard such things as jazz, lipstick and red nail varnish as aphrodisiacs and had not encouraged them in the hope of putting up the birth-rate and thus increasing the nation’s war potential. It seemed as good an explanation as any.

Fitzroy Maclean, writing about his service on a British diplomatic mission to the Soviet Union