I am used to C’s hehe.

LMAO . . . I, too, thank god for the mamaries,- or- should that be: "Memaries"?

I prefer 34D memaries, One must squint to see 32Ds and 36Ds rarely stand on their own . . .

Some how it made me thinQ of thanks for the mamaries

Lowest likability thus far . . .

Anyhow, You made a new word!: Memerable, have to put that one in my Memeory.

FITS...It's got the holes!, two eyes and the mouth.
Hope the mouth doesn't close in rigor mortis while aiming one's throw.

I could see that played out on Monty Python's Flying Circus. The pagans holding up score stones rating the roll!
Too bad the "beheaded" will never know the score . . .

They were good. It’s always hard to pick the best when all are meme erable.

Seems like this post is another sour issue, oh well, haven't had a DUD in a while. Shame, I wasted time on the first and next to last.

I am sure Matt Gaetz was with Kavanaugh and Brand at said party. ThanQ brother nice set. Napkins was pretty funny answer.

Yeah, the tattooed, pin faced, metal nose bugger kids of today will NEVER hold a candle to the cool of grandma! AND grandma could add and subtract without a phone!

Agreed. Yes the younger generation will never know how much fun we had growing up. Hot cars and chicks on Woodward Ave in Detroit, Twenty dollar bills taped on the back window - take it if you can. Ah, the memories - and no seat belts.

Got me laughing this morning, OUC! Head bowling, LOL! Yep, there's a small hole in that bag somewhere!

Nope, the younger generations will NEVER be as cool as their grandma! "I'm special" cracked me up!

Trump does have a sense of humor. Can't say that for lefties.

Meme #4 jogged a memory.. Me dino was grew up in Alabama but during the Sixties all my relatives lived in the Northeast.
During the late Sixties I was an usher to an Ohio cousin's wedding in New York City during a hot summer.
Not only did I see a lot of miniskirts on the city's sidewalks but my cousin Paul's bride's wedding "gown" consisted of a miniskirt too.
Paul's father was a Lutheran preacher and the bride was some kind of an Unitarian. Paul's family wanted a Trinitarian wedding and the bride's family wanted an Unitarian wedding.
End result? The compromise was Paul's father marrying the couple standing beside a Unitarian preacher dressed up kinda like a bearded rabbi marrying the same couple at the same time.
As I left Alabama for that wedding, I looked forward to flying north to escape the summer heat. It was just as hot in New York when I stepped off the plane!
My family wanted to go from A to B by subway. I thought it would be somewhat cooler underground. Wrong. It was way hotter down there!
Oh, just recalled another experience. Stepping by myself out of the hotel, I happened to make eye contact with a middle-aged gentleman coming the other way.
Acting like I was used to doing in Alabama, I said "Hey" for "Hi" like most Bama Southerners back then.
Gentleman became afraid of me and gave me a wide berth. That is how I learned not to act like a freindly Southerner in New York City.
Yep, young dino found that trip to be very educational.

My favorites as well.

love the bowling meme and to finish with popped cadaver.