Friday Ephemera
A switched-on hepcat works her sweater like a pro. (h/t, Damian) || His handmade paper toys are better than yours. || Some people are just hard to please. || Woke pattern of note. || Bookcase inserts. || Minimals. || Manufacturing pencils. || Always respect the media. || The Manhoff Archives: Stalin’s Soviet Union in colour. (h/t, Coudal) || A (fairly) brief guide to flu jabs. || An unexpected turn of events. || Scenes. || This. || Twisted knickers. || As we’ve seen, repeatedly, Shoreditch is vibrant and diverse. || Darts post-game interview of note. || Real-time orbit in high definition. || And via Monty James, it turns out men have always wanted their own “imperceptible” foundation and waterproof eyebrow pencils.
Would-be Bus robber gets a ‘special’ treat.
I think it’s a lion.
Furriest Boy ever.
Though, inevitably, Labour’s shadow home secretary, Diane Abbott, has denounced the tactics as “extremely concerning.”
She’s only concerned for her voters well-being……
Well, we sort of know, based on what just transpired on North Sentinel Island.
I wonder if I declared that I identified as Sentinelese if I could shoot arrows at the Jehovah’s Witlesses who show up uninvited on my doorstep.
…if I could shoot arrows at the Jehovah’s Witlesses who show up uninvited on my doorstep
But they do go away when you say no thanks, don’t they? In the few encounters I have had, they have always been entirely polite and peaceful.
In the few encounters I have had, they have always been entirely polite and peaceful.
It’s been suggested to me to just tell them you’re Mormon. Cuts things shorter, you’ll get an understanding nod, and a polite goodbye.
As for about bloody time, I would agree but cue extreme libertarian outrage (US style anyway) in 3…2…1…
But they do go away when you say no thanks, don’t they?
Not around here. Our local brand are as bad as Hare Krisna clowns.
It’s been suggested to me to just tell them you’re Mormon.
I have tried Catholic and Jewish, that only got them more excited to make a convert. Haven’t tried Mormon, nor whipped out a koran while wearing Afghan tribal gear, still, I think a loincloth and bow and arrows would be more fun.
I would agree but cue extreme libertarian outrage (US style anyway) in 3…2…1…
Given just how brazen and violent the gangs have become, with dozens of attacks a day in London alone, and given the use of knives and hammers, even acid, a little payback seems in order. And for those grumbling about the presumption of innocence, fleeing the police is generally a big clue. Needless to say, it’s only possible to have a fair trial if you actually catch the perpetrators, as fairness also entails fairness for the victims, who to date have almost always gone without.
And it occurs to me that being knocked off a moped while fleeing the police is almost certainly preferable to the alternative methods of correction that an infuriated public – one that’s grown tired of the failures of conventional methods – might devise.
But they do go away when you say no thanks, don’t they?
Not around here. Our local brand are as bad as Hare Krisna clowns.
Perhaps if you suggest that you’re gay and insist on offering them the good news of Elton John?
—If they object, you could point out that from one faith to another, you’re being just as genuine and honest.
For someone really bored, or to fend off a particularly aggressive variety of intruder, one can insist that the visitors join in forming a cooperation circle, and thus completely separate the genuinely personally religious from the merely manipulative and exploitative faithful.
Not around here. Our local brand are as bad as Hare Krisna clowns.
It reminds one of an old joke:
“Why to Jehovah’s Witnesses have inverted nipples?”
“GET OFF MY PORCH!!!!”
When ladies shop.
Via Damian.
When ladies shop.
You couldn’t pay me to get within 5 miles of a mall on Black Friday or the day after Christmas.
Our local brand are as bad as Hare Krisna clowns.
It’s part of their door-knocking training.
They split into two groups. Group one pretends to knock on the door, while group two tells them to fcuk off.
You couldn’t pay me to get within 5 miles of a mall on Black Friday or the day after Christmas.
I dislike crowds intensely, and don’t much like people in general, so any in-person shopping is done early on Sunday morning and never, ever during holidays or times of retail fever.
so any in-person shopping is done early on Sunday morning
If I have any Christmas shopping to do that necessitates a visit to the mall, I take a day off from work Tues-Thurs and being at the mall when the doors open. I have a list and can get all done within a couple hours. Then get a cup of coffee, stroll a while and be out long before the hordes arrive. Too many people arrive early Fri-Mon for my taste.
I actually enjoy a lot of the decorations and window displays …crowds of shoppers, not so much. 🙂
Not around here. Our local brand are as bad as Hare Krisna clowns.
Interesting. I wonder why yours are different. I’ve never had any trouble. I tell them we are of a different branch of Christianity and that I am a bit busy to talk with them, and that’s that.
Now leftists, on the other hand, I would be concerned about, because if I tell them I don’t support their agendas I might become a target for future harassment.
Well, we sort of know, based on what just transpired on North Sentinel Island.
A switched on hepcat works her sweater like a pro.
Apparently, Anne Margaret was told to loosen her bra one notch to make her breasts move like that. If you notice with the other lady, there is no movement at all, plus in those days, bras really were foundation garments
Apparently, Anne Margaret was told to loosen her bra one notch to make her breasts move like that.
It’s an extraordinary piece of engineering.
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All is forgiven, David. Now, if only she had done some performance art – you’d never need to show us Sandrine Schaefer again.
Oh, bugger. Sorry. *slinks off to hide under a rock*
I’ve called in a tattooist.
It’s for the greater good.
A tattooist won’t be necessary. Just give me a hot cup of tea to warm my fingers on, and everything’ll be fine.
‘Petting dog’ effect also works on dogs.
Interesting. I wonder why yours are different.
Competition with the evangelical Baptists, maybe. There are a limited number of souls for the saving hereabouts, and they probably both work on commission.
I’m not really sure this is how you become a member of the Illuminati.
I’m not really sure this is how you become a member of the Illuminati.
That tweet caused me to have an horrific flashback to the cringe-inducing “You Light Up My Life” song by Debbie Boone. As I recall, there was a federal law that required it to be played every fifteen minutes for twelve straight months. It took me years of therapy to get to the point where the mere thought of it wouldn’t send me into convulsions.
OK, which one of you wise guys has been trolling the trans advice columnist at Slate? Somebody wrote in claiming to have a 5’8” boyfriend who insists that he is actually 6’0”, and the earnest advice — again, I stress, from a woman who recently decided that she is actually a man — was that “acknowledging reality” was the only strategy needed.
A trans advice columnist?
I think it’s a lion
https://youtu.be/hCEVTcL1bJ0?t=2
A trans advice columnist?
An advice columnist who is trans, not a columnist who gives trans advice…no, wait, that’s not exactly……I mean, technically, I suppose…oh, forget it. Point is, that’s some top-notch trolling. *Woosh*, right over Ortberg’s head.
“Would-be Bus robber gets a ‘special’ treat.”
What bad luck, to try to rob someone on a bus driven by a man on his way to play baseball… 🙂
The left – “Humans are just the same as any other animal”
Also the left – “Vegans do not use or consume any animal products”
Ergo, this, er, lady is not a vegan.
Click the link at your own peril.
Click the link at your own peril.
For some reason, the words that leapt out were single mother.
For some reason, the words that leapt out were single mother.
That, and for some reason, maybe her name, the other words were “personal trainer” which I, being the patriarchal wretch that I am, figure is a euphemism for someone who works on a stage with flashy lights, bad music, and a vertical pole.
Prepare for the zombie apocalypse or late stage socialism.
Prepare for the zombie apocalypse or late stage socialism.
I was previously unfamiliar with the term lube keg.
And which, needless to say, has been added to our ongoing list of potential band names.
Prepare for the zombie apocalypse or late stage socialism.
Or, perhaps, to be a supplier, as it were, for Miss Kiss mentioned above…
Lube keg, reviewed.
Click the link at your own peril.
Why the hell not?
@Spiny Norman: They forgot to chain the donor to the floor? Rookie mistake 🙂
Chained to the floor? “Donations”? Sounds like something from Milo Manara… 😉
Chained to the floor?
Julia’s Tupperware parties are legendary. Those who survive always remember them.
Prepare for the zombie apocalypse or late stage socialism.
Almost the same thing.
Leah says modelling has given her a confidence boost and helped her learn to love the features that she once struggled with…”and her 92,000 Instagram followers agree…”
Which means there are 92,000 people who are either odd, or morbidly curious. Daily Mail, click at your own risk.