Paddy O’Reilly is on his way to the pub just now when he encounters a small boy crying on a doorstep.
“What’s up?” asks Paddy
“Me mam’s dead!” sobs the lad.
“Ah now that’s terrible news. Would you like me to fetch the Priest right-away?” asks Paddy
“No thanks…” the lad replied, “…sex is the last thing on my mind right now.”
The spreaders are doing their work here, the only problem is that torrential rain is falling 
in a couple of months they’ll be complaining that they are running out of grit 
Bit late posting this but Wondermark once again has impeccable comic timing.
A very sanitised version, by today’s standards.
I found this photo of a decrepit, beaten-up old Nazi Fokker.
The Messerschmitt in the background looks a bit past its best too 
I remember the days when I had wet dreams and dry farts, how times change.
@Mrs_Maureen_OPinion has been out’n’about putting up traffic signs…
A bit late for Christmas admittedly, but it might be useful for future reference, so, what do you get for the woman that has everything?
A: Broad-spectrum antibiotics.