Sometimes one simply has to fall to one’s knees to give thanks for life’s little mercies.
You couldn't write this stuff. Well, someone did. But you know what I mean.
On the right, a billboard for a laudable new safety at work campaign, highlighting the distress when police turn up at a suburban home to tell a wife and her daughter that the husband, er, won’t be home from work. Ever.
On the left, a lap dancing club advertises its wares.
Ta-da! Oh joy, oh frabjous day.
(Thank you to Cole for the spot.)
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