Why the Boomtown Rats Might Have Had a Thing Against Mondays. Revealed.

If there was ever a reason for Memeshame to roll off the mattress of a Monday morning, it would be to give the entries for Moody Monday’s recent theme of ‘indecent’ a thorough and repetitive perusal. As per my duty as his long-suffering common-law wife, I had to slap him around the head a few times to redirect his attention to the job at hand, i.e. the smoke-signals we saw on the horizon a few days back and which we interpreted as ‘Check out these entries on Moody Monday. They need shaming, pronto’. Of course, we did read in the paper yesterday that the hog-skinning factory over in Squatville burned down during the night so the smoke-signals may also have been ‘Get the fire brigade quick!’ or even just, ‘squeeeeeeaaaaaaaallllll’. In any case, better to be safe than miss a potential shaming and having checked back through a few themes, we found the following:

For the ‘celebratory’ theme, Eyevision shows us how he celebrates with a trip to the mobile horse gynecologist. We will be refusing all birthday party invites from him in the future (but we’ll send flowers ‘cause we’re thoughful.)
A few non permanent links, notably by Noseum and Mary Commentary got on our wick a bit but we were refreshed by Mick Mather’s ever valiant offering of his art to a photomeme. It saves us having to take the kids out to the Guggenheim.

Moving on to the theme of ‘gluttonous’, we found entrants whose idea of a good glut were newspapers (One-eyed Man), Jesus (Photogeneric), a cow, uncooked, we hasten to add (Pontos Devistas ) , fire (gcdc ), a boob on a frame, which at a guess has never experienced gluttony in its entire life (Saophoto ), and lettuce (Aphrauxdite). Again, we’ll have to reconsider dinner invites from all of the above but we’ll send you all some Death By Chocolate cake because we’re nice (and know indulgence when we see it).

Edit by Memeshame: Pssssssst. Saophoto, mate. Send all dinner invites care of me. The wife need never know.