That's not a pennywhistle.  
Some poor bastard really, really needs a brake job... and to QUIT FUCKING DRIVING AROUND LOOKING FOR A NONEXISTANT PARKING PLACE!

WHY is someone playing the FUCKING PENNYWHISTLE in the PARKING LOT at 2:25 AM!?  It could only be worse with the addition of a flock of Morris dancers.  If only I didn't throw like a girl (and invariably hit my own car) I swear I would hurl feces at the offender. 

There's an umbrella on the back of the commode here at work.  I'm trying to feel comforted that if the roof springs a leak when I'm taking a leak, I'll be protected from the elements.

Amazing chocolate, worth a browse.  I've had the lemon-polenta ( "A dark chocolate filled with a spicy jam of lemon and sea salt on a cream of polenta, refined with ( Read more... )