Man Down, Send Biscuits
As your host has been laid low by the common cold, here’s an open thread, in which to share links and then bicker about them. If you fail in your task of entertaining each other, feel free to rummage through the reheated series.
Oh, and via Dicentra, here’s a spoiler of note.
There is no such thing as ‘biscuits’ by themselves.
Unless it is the Montgomery Biscuits.
I am sure there is something in EF that covers this.
Reminded me of these two quotes I saw recently. Can’t recall where…here perhaps?
Only took us 100 years or so to screw that up.
Batty feminist of the day…
“Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings. Re-education about female autonomy begins at home. Telling women that their selves and their bodies are things for men is a spectrum. It lives in the space between being married, compulsory monogamy, the wage gap, getting away with harassment at work, and assault and rape.”
https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/stepmonster/201809/women-america-take-your-wedding-rings
Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings.
Ain’t she a love.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about. I’ve yet to come up with an answer.
I’ve only been doing this for 10 years.
It’s about ten years long.
It’s about keeping the light of reason turned on.
It’s about ten years long.
I see what you did there.
Thing is, when people ask, i.e., when they’re being polite but don’t actually want to be ensnared in a long and involved conversation, it would be handy to have a polite answer.
I suppose I could just say it’s about fishing.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about.
Clearly, you’ve been bored.
And you’ve been needing a survival mechanism.
You are Wonko the Sane, and this place is Outside The Asylum. Thank you for letting me out!
“Women of America, it’s time to take off your wedding rings…”
…so I don’t have to see them, since I can’t get one myself, even though I’d happily sell my soul to catch a man.
The envy just oozes from the page.
By the way, I’ve recently been asked, twice, by relatives, what my blog is about. I’ve yet to come up with an answer.
I thought it was about The Guild of Evil ™ and henchlesbians and plotting schemes to dry-shave Jeremy Corbyn’s and Michael Moore’s (ok, I just added him) beards off. And Night Nurse (and Night Train). And pickled..ummm…eggs. You mean to say you didn’t tell them about the pickled eggs?
You mean to say you didn’t tell them about the pickled eggs?
He’s prolly hoping that they don’t recognize the bar, even with the claimed different CCTV source.
Batty feminist of the day…
A clear case of ” Physician, heal thyself…”