Friday Ephemera
Error detected. || The thrill of asteroids. || Some rumination on fries. || Fortune favours the bold. || He was indeed a big chap. || The joys of public transport, part 4,021. || Simple party secrets. || Plenty of meat on that one. || Those poor darling rapists and paedophiles. || Please report to the correct processing space. || The progressive retail experience, parts 405, 406 and 407. || The thrill of plankton. || Pillow fight. || Woke scholarship. || “That perfect middle.” || The patriarchy trembles. (h/t, Mr Muldoon) || Just one more time. || Motoring scenes. || Motoring scenes 2. || Salvation, you say? || Encouraging sounds. || Signage of note. || Safety first. || And finally, festively, one for the Christmas list.
“Passenger in seat 13A is breastfeeding a cat”
COVID lockdown madness, crack cocaine, or just crazy? Tennessee man threatens employees with AK-47 when told pizza would be ready in 10 minutes.
The Return of Mr. Thanksgiving Advice Man
What do you do with guests who show up with masks on?
Sprinkle them with Holy Water, Peggy. And if they start screaming and smoking, call a priest.
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I have had “posh beans on toast” as a breakfast menu choice before now (the Crown in Framlingham in years gone by). That involved sliced spring onions and chilis along with the mundane beans out of a can — and proper slices of granary bread toast.
@pst314, that made my day.
Trust Teh Media No. 784, the alleged perpetrator in Waukesha was Irish, apparently.
Meanwhile, more female antics.
A splash of vodka with everything
Now, there’s an idea Mr Thompson to enhance things.
I liked the plankton, they were very relaxing. Thanks, David!
I liked the plankton…
They can’t be trusted. Any minute they might use mind control to steal the Krabby Patty formula.
Fortune favours the bold.
It’s the comedy timing.
Morning, all.
It’s the comedy timing.
That, and the air of agitation expressed via the medium of flipflops.
See also, Motoring scenes.
Meanwhile, more female antics.
Note that the media class were among the first to succumb to each fashionable derangement.
pst314:“”Passenger in seat 13A is breastfeeding a cat””
I have to ask, just who exactly is getting the ’emotional support’ here?
Awkward.
Who can say why SUVs do such things? Perhaps it was miffed at something. Maybe its owner didn’t change its oil regularly.
‘This echoes my experience as an anti-racist racist, who, as a white persxn, identifies as a racist…’
Thank you, Woke Scholarship. An atrocious sentence in several ways.
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Five quid for mini beans on toast.
https://www.ocado.com/products/m-s-10-posh-cheesy-beans-on-toast-566708011
Five quid for mini beans on toast.
They’ve taken beans on toast – quick, humble comfort food – and made it ironic. And unsatisfying. And fairly expensive. And the tiny, ironic versions somehow take longer to prepare.
Not an improvement, I think.
Who can say why SUVs do such things?
Not just SUV’s. Motorbikes and ATV’s are also inexplicably prone to such evil. Pay no attention to the faces inside the riders’ helmets.
They’ve taken beans on toast – quick, humble comfort food – and made it ironic.
Didn’t someone do an extended comedy routine about a character’s crap art being embraced by art snobs because they think it’s “ironic”? And then dropped when they decide it is no longer ironic?
The Return of Mr. Thanksgiving Advice Man
Columnist John Kass was forced out of the Chicago Tribune by his leftist colleagues, who were angered by his criticisms of George Soros.
I have to ask, just who exactly is getting the ’emotional support’ here?
One does wonder about the exact nature of the woman’s mental illness.
Fortune favours the bold.
That was perfect. 🙂
That was perfect. 🙂
The gods, they mock us.
The gods, they mock us.
Which seems superfluous, considering how good we are at mocking ourselves.
Woke scholarship
Bah. Without self-flagellation, this is just lazy posturing. Where are the whips and cane? Show us true mortification of the flesh!
Not an improvement, I think.
But do they generate quieter and better perfumed farts?
Not an improvement, I think.
The way to improve it is to get rid of the beans and replace the beans with Nutella.
Why, in the name of all that is holy, would there even be such a thing as a WiFi connected barbecue grill?
a WiFi connected barbecue grill?
Barbecue Connections Matter
a WiFi connected barbecue grill?
Some men are stupid that way.
The way to improve it is to get rid of the beans and replace the beans with Nutella.
That or throw the whole mess in the trash – Why, in the name of all that is holy, would anyone put beans on toast, with or without cheese, to begin with?
Probably because they’re British.
[recalls getting in trouble in a previous comment section where I suggested the way to ruin a British breakfast was Marmite.]
What was that old map that said “Here there be monsters”?
I watched the above, and saw that map. But with “Here there be crazy” instead.
Racist of me?
[recalls getting in trouble in a previous comment section where I suggested the way to ruin a British breakfast was Marmite.]
[ Finger hovers over mysterious red button. ]
What is this marmite you keep talking about? I can’t find it in my geology handbook.
What is this marmite you keep talking about?
“It’s like chocolate.”
The “inexplicably evil” bike and ATV attack took place over a year ago. If the victim had been a different colour the media would still be reporting about it.
What is this marmite you keep talking about?
Thermite, not marmite, the way to improve a full English breakfast is thermite. Ignite
beforeinstead of eating.He was indeed a big chap.
Heh. Reminds me of the trouble I used to have with ties, trying to tie the average sized ones such that they would be long enough. Ironically (B-b-but that’s raaaaacist!), the three I bought at a sidewalk stand in Tokyo years ago were actually the perfect length.
Marmite is made from these
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The “inexplicably evil” bike and ATV attack took place over a year ago.
Yes. I believe I saw reports of other mayhem that occurred this summer.
Thermite, not marmite, the way to improve a full English breakfast is thermite.
The way to improve a full English breakfast is to feed the beans and the emulsified high fat offal tubes to the dog, and drop the Marmite into the Cracks of Doom.
“Simple party secrets.”
Dammit, I knew I’d done something wrong. My painter was clean-shaven.
Did a lovely job of the wainscoting, mind you.
“Plenty of meat on that one.”
I’ll just quote my exact words: “Yeaaaargh. Aaaaaaargh.”
“Pillow fight.”
In fairness, the bloke who invented Lawn Tennis as an amusement for garden parties would probably be baffled by the World Tour.
“The patriarchy trembles.”
Is that Matt Lucas? He’s a card, isn’t he?
“And finally, festively, one for the Christmas list.”
🎶♬♪ ♩♬♫♩.
Maybe I overreacted. Throw these into the Cracks of Doom. And when you do so, remember that the people pushing this really are Gollums.
[ Replaces self with life-size cardboard cut-out, sneaks out to buy wine and treats. ]
Imagine being so in love with the NHS that you would rather a family member die than seek private medical care:
Labour leader Keir Starmer tells @bbcnickrobinson about his late mother:
“She was also just a passionate defender of the NHS, you couldn’t say a word against the NHS to my mum in any shape or form, it absolutely ran through her and again an abiding memory I have of being in an intensive care unit and it was very touch and go and she just held my hand and said ‘You won’t let your Dad go private, will you?’ She feared that if things got really really bad there might be a temptation to try something else and she wasn’t going to have it”
So it was a near miss from Starmer becoming an honor killing, then.
‘You won’t let your Dad go private, will you?’
Monstrous.
And as I recall Labour has been trying to nationalize (i.e., steal) all private health care, making private health care possible only for those wealthy enough to travel abroad.
Doubly monstrous.