They Insisted On Showing Their Gratitude
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I’ve monetized my love. I’m so ashamed.
Ping.
Thanks for the top blogging. Token of appreciation on its way.
Morning, all.
I’ve monetized my love. I’m so ashamed.
Ping.
Token of appreciation on its way.
Bless you, sirs. Should a young nephew handle your phone, may his paws be free of questionable residue.
As some of you will have been expecting a pile of Ephemera today, I suppose I should use the comments to add a few items of possible interest. Do join in.
An exciting haircut.
Ants versus chili sauce.
And a reminder that English can be tricky.
“Intentional weight loss is fatphobic,” says the “therapist and fitness professional.”
Embrace those chest pains and limited mobility. It’s the intersectional way.
Ants versus chili sauce.
I didn’t expect that. 🙂
Ping!
Ping!
Bless you, madam. May you always have a plaster when you need one.
This is, I should stress, merely a simulation.
This is, I should stress, merely a simulation.
LOL. Pickup truck is the way to go.
Also PING.
LOL. Pickup truck is the way to go.
It would seem to be the, er, least hazardous choice, all things considered.
Also PING.
And bless you, sir. Should you be trying to read on a lazy Sunday afternoon, may the local crows and magpies not be conducting a very vocal turf war immediately overhead.
This is, I should stress, merely a simulation.
Would watch in real life. (Tip jar hit.)
*ping*
(Tip jar hit.)
*ping*
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May you never get your finger in the way when feeding an excited hamster with a highly prized piece of banana. (See plaster blessing, upthread.)
It isn’t about your existing, miss, it’s about your demand that the rest of us pretend:
Strange how the obvious issue is somehow overlooked.
Pinged this morning and totally forgot to swing by and claim my pickled egg.
have a plaster
Ah. So we’re into home repair now?
*divided by a common language and all that*
Pinged this morning and totally forgot to swing by and claim my pickled egg.
Bless you. May your gameplay never be hampered at the worst possible moment by issues of tablet connectivity.
*divided by a common language and all that*
Plaster. Sticking plaster. Adhesive plaster. What do you foreign savages call them?
‘Tis but a scratch.
Ping! Returns to lurking.
Ping! Returns to lurking.
Bless you, sir. May your enemies inadvertently drop quite heavy metallic objects onto their ceramic hobs, resulting in several seconds of anxiety.
Plaster. Sticking plaster. Adhesive plaster. What do you foreign savages call them?
Bandaids. Although that’s a brand name gone common name. I guess the proper term is adhesive bandage. Plaster is what casts are made of, so when I first encountered sticking plasters in a P.G. Wodehouse or Agatha Christie novel, I had a very strange mental picture at first. Finally, context told me it had to be bandaids of some kind, and that the characters were not daubing plaster on their faces etc., which is what I imagined at first.
Bandaids.
Well, we can’t be doing with that heathen jabbering round her.
[ Waits for someone to restart the heated debate about the word aluminium. ]
‘Tis but a scratch.
What the hell?
Isn’t aloo minum an Indian potato dish, possibly invented by Min, who commented at 14:52? Does it also involve the top half of the fish which had disappeared at 14:16?
“heated debate about the word aluminium”
Bauxite?
*ducks*
Pinged.
Don’t let this be any indication that I don’t still hate the whole bloody human race…but you’re OK.
Proofreading…double negatives…well, as I was saying…
Oh, yeah…A-LOOOO-min-um. There. Who’s nonplussed now?
Pinged.
Don’t let this be any indication that I don’t still hate the whole bloody human race…but you’re OK.
Don’t worry, we take your curmudgeonly charm as a given. And bless you, sir. Should you be wafting around the local supermarket and pause to study some particularly intriguing items, may you never subsequently wander off pushing someone else’s trolley instead of your own, and continue for several minutes, blissfully unaware, resulting in somewhat belated and mortified apologies.
#TrueStory
Everything you need to know about the brain-eating amoeba.
Previously and related.
Plaster. Sticking plaster. Adhesive plaster
Plaster of Paris is more in the home repair category.
Bandaids
I thought they were concerts to raise money for that guy whose name I temporarily mis-remember.
Does it primarily infect leftists?
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we take your curmudgeonly charm as a given.
Well in my defense, I do answer my door when the bell rings which I’m being led to believe is both somewhat stupid of me and thus makes me responsible for anything bad that might happen subsequent to that event. Regardless of my initial (what was once I believe considered common) human decency.
Ah! Now I remember…Bono
Isn’t that the Acquisitive case of the Latin for “good”
Weight loss is fat-phobic? I notice that in the link to her therapist page, she is NOT fat. A little curvy but in a good way. So I guess she speaks from experience? Nobody discriminates against the fat except in dating. But really, you want health problems? Gain 80lbs. It is guaranteed. Almost all those using the mobility scooters at the store (outside of those with a foot cast) are hugely obese. Is that your goal in life?
also ping
Ah! Now I remember…Bono
Bono? I thought it was that guy from that band that pretty much sucked except that did that song about not liking Mondays which itself pretty much sucked who was kinda skinny and who did a real stupid dance thing on an American stand up comedy cable show (he wasn’t trying to be funny…I don’t think) back in the 1980’s when his band was somewhat well known for doing that song about not liking Mondays and something about Rats in a Boomtown and here I am at the end of this long rambling sentence and still can’t thing of his name.
Also did Willie Nelson start that stuff with Farm Aid or did that come later? Yeah, I could look it up just like the Boomtown Rats guy but…I think deep down inside I really don’t want to know…Bob something.
also ping
Bless you, sir. May your scrambled eggs be perfection, each and every time.
Increasingly I get more satisfaction from this community than any other on the webbernets. Pong.
English is tricky: “chicken rude and unreasonable” is a common translation of “jerk chicken” –hahaha
I can totally relate to the ants not liking something spicy. Love the ant cleaning off her (all female) antennae.
chicken rude and unreasonable
Band name.
Increasingly I get more satisfaction from this community than any other on the webbernets.
It’s a happening joint.
Pong.
Bless you, sir. May any books you loan to friends be both enjoyed and returned, sparing you the issue of trying to remember who borrowed what and whether you can be bothered to ask for said items to be handed back, albeit years later.
Plaster of Paris is more in the home repair category.
Also the bone repair category, which is why I was confused by old English novels that had people putting plaster on themselves when they got a cut.
No really, what the hell?
Bob something.
Coincidentally seen an hour ago.
A reminder that good intentions (Live Aid) leads to horrible results.
And here come the italics.
It really is a crappy day, I tell you.
Let’s hope this works.
*Laughs at car simulation*
*goes ew at brain-eating amoeba*
*hits tip jar*
*hits tip jar*
Bless you, madam. May you remember to regularly change the water bottle stuffed in the car door pocket, thereby avoiding an unhappy aftertaste.