It's that season again. A time to celebrate...something. In the Toad's case, it is the arrival of 250 cases of inexpensive rose to while away the summer hours. "Think pink for the drink" is our motto here at the pond. Ok, bunky, it's not much of a motto but it's not much of a wine either. Rawk!
In the case of our friends "across the pond", it's time to celebrate conversion. Not what you think you pious little weeds. Real conversion. You know: "Gender Reassignment Surgery" a/k/a "Gender Confirmation Surgery" a/k/a "addadictomy" and such like. We're talking either the old lopping off or sewing on. Or maybe both. Ouch, rawk!
Seems as though the jolly old...or is it gay old...Church of England is considering a scheme to introduce a ceremony sort of like a baptism to mark the new identities of Christians who undergo a little self-mutilation so that they can release their inner whatever. The motion out of the Diocese of Blackburn (which includes the fleshpots of Poulton and Whalley) calls on the House of Bishops to sort of...like...consider whether it should introduce a new service to mark the milestone in the life of a tranny-either the chopping and lopping or the sewing and stitching. A spokesperson (unclear of which "gender identity") for the Archbishop of Canterbury's Council confirmed that the motion had
Now, it's time to put away the rose for afternoon cocktail hour and, you guessed it, bunky, the
1. In a shot glass pour the blue curaçao.
2. Carefully layer Jack Daniel’s on top.
3. Layer dark rum over the Jack Daniel’s.
4. Finally layer Irish cream over Jack Daniel’s.