TheGiggles

Mini-Series: Tapestries. No. I (A set of three doodles with slight variations of the same background)
When laughter fails there’s always the giggles, like Hope at the bottom of Pandora’s box. And of those there are as many as there are reasons for them. Here be an example of something that has caused me and endless fit of these pleasant, tingly reactions (not to mention a healthy dose of the good old selective schadenfreude*):
www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/jul/14/most-surprisingly-contentious-subject-toilet-roll-orientation
Of course, it could have as easily provoked a fit of the foaming-at-the-mouths; such a waste of online space, what! But no, I much rather titter, like a Shantak bird. And so do the two wee chaps in the doodle.
Stay sane and have a sponditious weekend.
* No matter how, old, fat, alien or physically fucked up I may be, at least I’m not Luke Harding:
www.theguardian.com/world/2021/jul/15/kremlin-papers-appear-to-show-putins-plot-to-put-trump-in-white-house
(I swear to Bumba, the Guardian is increasingly morphing into a hilarious mixture of Hello! Magazine, the Daily Mail and the Pagan Chronicle.)