Sunday Funday: Scottish things that amused me this week

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Hello from my final week before my master’s dissertation is due, and no, I’m not okay, thanks. All my educated homies know, this is the part where you’ve been crawling through that air duct a really long time and the claustrophobia is real. Worse, for our purposes here, I’ve barely been outside so I haven’t seen as many amusing things as I usually rack up on a given week.

But the Commonwealth Games are going on here, and while I still don’t entirely understand what the Commonwealth is, big ups to the Empire for being like, let’s have an Olympics but make it just for us. (Australia, by the way, is currently kicking all available ass.) All I really know is that the King, along with Queen Sidepiece, rolled up in a TARDIS.

And then I shit you not a giant, firework-spewing Tunnock’s teacake descended from the heavens. (For those unfamiliar, they’re basically foil-wrapped Mallowmars. I SAID WHAT I SAID.)

The nearest analogy I can give you is, picture this. It’s the Los Angeles 2028 Olympics. And at the close of the opening ceremony, a spaceship-sized, flaming In-N-Out Burger appears in the skies. I mean, that would be AWESOME, but it’s not really America’s style.

On to the week.

Finally, I aspire to the fun that this diva sipping her beverage, having her man hold her bag, and just vibing out to some Tina Turner is having. Lady, I don’t know who you are but you’re simply the best.