Perhaps we could get him to look at Ritchie’s work too?
Ian B
Every year there is one particular day when the hive mind of young womanhood decide that the weather is now warm enough to switch to skimpy summer apparel. This is Tit Monday.
bloke in spain
Thanx, Ian, for reminding me of another reason for abandoning the UK. I think we may have a non-tit Monday, somewhere in late January. But it’s thankfully now a distant memory.
Diogenes
I spotted a pair of gigantic boobies liberally adorned with strange tattoos on Monday in Asda. I am still in a state of shock. It was not really warm enough for that apparel, so the nipples stuck through the material like corks. Shudder.
Ian B
Well, I don’t really get to experience Tit Monday any more. When I was working in central London, it was a significant event. Nowadays I work at home, and live in a small, ancient (conurbated) village, just yards from the green, the 13th century church, olde pubbe, etc. So all the women around here are in burkas.
Richard Murphy
It’s cock Friday, you sophists!
Brian, follower of Deornoth
In Newcastle, they are to be seen all year round.
Luke
Brian, damn, you beat me to it.
I once tried to explain to an Italian the joke in Viz about girls in Newcastle putting on their purple leg blotcher before going out for the night. I didn’t get far. “But if it is cold, why don’t they wear tights? Or coat? And if the cold makes their legs go purple, why…etc.” I gave up.
Diogenes
does the Couraqgeous State make any mention of cock Friday?
I don’t know what Tit Monday is, but more excitingly I’ve noticed a bright lad intends to take the Keynesians to task:
http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2013-05-02/guest-post-nicholas-taleb-against-establishment-economists
Perhaps we could get him to look at Ritchie’s work too?
Every year there is one particular day when the hive mind of young womanhood decide that the weather is now warm enough to switch to skimpy summer apparel. This is Tit Monday.
Thanx, Ian, for reminding me of another reason for abandoning the UK. I think we may have a non-tit Monday, somewhere in late January. But it’s thankfully now a distant memory.
I spotted a pair of gigantic boobies liberally adorned with strange tattoos on Monday in Asda. I am still in a state of shock. It was not really warm enough for that apparel, so the nipples stuck through the material like corks. Shudder.
Well, I don’t really get to experience Tit Monday any more. When I was working in central London, it was a significant event. Nowadays I work at home, and live in a small, ancient (conurbated) village, just yards from the green, the 13th century church, olde pubbe, etc. So all the women around here are in burkas.
It’s cock Friday, you sophists!
In Newcastle, they are to be seen all year round.
Brian, damn, you beat me to it.
I once tried to explain to an Italian the joke in Viz about girls in Newcastle putting on their purple leg blotcher before going out for the night. I didn’t get far. “But if it is cold, why don’t they wear tights? Or coat? And if the cold makes their legs go purple, why…etc.” I gave up.
does the Couraqgeous State make any mention of cock Friday?
http://www.theonion.com/articles/area-students-prepare-breasts-for-increased-spring,20014/
This video is the best Tit Monday explanation yet. Very funny. Must watch. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuztRqeqj94