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Slow Day at the Review

April 22, 2014 | by

Here’s one way to kill time—and brain cells.



  1. Geoff | April 22, 2014 at 5:28 pm

  2. Fred Bloggs | April 23, 2014 at 5:23 am

    What do we do with those who do not know what to do with themselves? I don’t know.

  3. Samuel | April 24, 2014 at 10:19 pm

    I hope you know that it would be a crime against humanity to mar such a face. Do you really want that on your hands?

    Just sayin’.


  4. A concerned citizen | May 3, 2014 at 8:12 am

    This is a load of bollocks! And I don’t mean ordinary, common or garden bollocks, no, I mean “arty farty” bollocks. The sort of bollocks that gets right up the nose – sideways. It’s the sort of bollocks you find floating innocuously in your porridge some sunny morning, and you’re just not expecting it to be there. It’s the sort of bollocks that is beyond the pale, which won’t go away and is right in your face – stuck there like a huge boil on your one and only proboscis. It’s the sort of pure, unmitigated bollocks that gets the goat, not the ordinary kind. This is the sort of bollocks that is – well, as they say for short: it’s complete bollocks and that’s just the way it is. This is the sort of bollocks that is just “there”, all up in the air and hoity-toity with it. It’s just something that grates: it’s something that has no rhyme or reason to it: It is bollocks, pure and simple. And mark my words: this is bollocks – this is real bollocks – this is truly bollocks – this is unmitigated, unadulterated bollocks! In fact, it’s all a load of bollocks!

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