There are very few things I love more than laughter. The funniest of funnies come from truth and anger, and a great source of both is in talking about where one lives, or grew up. Especially when it's a soul-sucking or confusingly awful place. And so it is with watery eyes and that bubbly inside feeling that I pass on today's source of mindless joy:
The comments are priceless, as the UK's citizenry go at it in Four Yorkshiremen style. Stuck in my head is, "Even the dog turds are gray." Which put me in mind of my own home town:
And in the Guardian comments was also a recommendation to a delightful site where I found
Reading this description of Glastonbury, I expect nods of recognition from those of us in Brattleboro who remember when this town was eerily similar. And also those who've spent many years among the Pagan communities.
Humor is truth and truth humor. That is all we know and all we need to know. May your day be full of it.
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