Friday Ephemera
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I say with confidence, Otto von Bismark.
OK, OK, I’ll come clean, it was Lavrenty Beria paraphrasing Cetshwayo .
the guy filling his pickup with gasoline
While not precisely the same thing, I have driven behind a vehicle which had a break in the fuel line that was between the fuel pump and the injectors. That resulted in a very large cloud of small gasoline droplets at the rear driver’s side of the vehicle (since I’m in the US, that would be the left side while facing the direction of travel). The type of thing that creates a fuel/air mixture that tends to go BOOM instead of WHOOSH if an ignition event happens.
Since it was 2 lanes in the same direction and that person was in the right lane, I drove up parallel to said vehicle, rolled down my passenger window, honked my horn and yelled at the driver until he rolled down his window to find out what my problem happened to be. I screamed at him that he had a fuel leak that would get him killed (well, less specific with many more expletives and hand gestures pointing to the cloud); when he looked back and saw the cloud, he pulled over immediately.
I got the fuck out of the potential blast zone.
In the case of the magician, I guess he had a water tank in the cab and was pumping water into the bed with a hose that was hidden behind the pump handle. The earlier images showed leakage underneath the trunk.
In a country of 300 odd million people, I would expect at least one idiot who might think that was a good idea. The follow on bits where the precious gasoline was sloshing out should have been a tell, though.
Any chance I can talk you into no links to Instagram, Facebook or Twitter?
It’s kind of like whoring yourself out for a few a few pieces of silver, innit?
Any chance I can talk you into no links to Instagram, Facebook or Twitter? It’s kind of like whoring yourself out for a few a few pieces of silver, innit?
Not sure how whoring comes into it. And if you want to see the bedlamites, we have to visit Bedlam.
This seems to capture two of the comment themes nicely…
Speaking of bedlamites.
And if you want to see the bedlamites, we have to visit Bedlam.
That reminds me of when I first heard Tom of Bedlam, sung by a group of pagans in the SCA. The enthusiasm with which they sang this verse was an early clue that maybe they were not as sweet and benevolent as they claimed to be:
I went down to Satan’s kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
It would be slightly interesting to know what became of them.
>pagans
>SCA
They singing mad shit for someone within Crusading distance.
They singing mad shit for someone within Crusading distance.
A lot of them, for all their talk about tolerance and love, deeply hated and despised Christians. Including or perhaps especially the ones who were kind to them.