Bar Tabs And Tokens Of Esteem
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Consider yourself pinged, barkeep.
Tip jar hit.
Bless you, sirs. May your sour jellies have a pleasing level of tartness.
Vegas, baby.
Just Stop Oil versus scaffolders. Place your bets.
“I follow the science…”
The science, “…the Multnomah County Health Department plans to distribute aluminum foil and straws to fentanyl smokers in Portland in July…”
What could possibly go wrong?
More of that please.
Forgot: ping!
Bless you, madam. May you always have ice cream.
Island of sanity in world of madness, etc.
Ker-chinged.
Bless you, sir. Should you find yourself in the back of a cab, inadvertently eavesdropping on a hands-free phone conversation between the Indian driver and his wife, conducted largely but not entirely in Urdu, may the occasional English word – specifically, four-bedroom… bloodclot… £500,000 – offer a hint of intrigue.
*ping*
Anything to avoid ads. 🙂
Ping!
Bless you, sirs. Should your head have just touched the pillow for a crafty Sunday afternoon nap, may your neighbour not pick that precise moment to activate the world’s loudest lawnmower.
You don’t think the place would be enhanced by adverts for toe fungus ointments and the hazards of an enlarged prostate?
LOL. Is that from Ace of Spades?
It’s generic, I think. I’ve seen that dentition at other sites.
Yes. For some reason, whenever I visit Ace, I get endless repetitions of the same tacky ads, usually for unsightly afflictions – often vividly depicted – that, happily, I don’t have.
I’ll just leave this here.
Worst date ever?
Ping!
Bless you, madam. May your poached eggs be firm where appropriate and runny where essential.
The ‘C‘ hasn’t stood for ‘Christian’ for quite some time.
Correction booths: taking it to the next level.
Good to know.
Pinged. Though if our house doesn’t close next week, I may need a loan…
Bless you, sir. May your neighbour be determined to perfect her baking and require a nearby guinea pig, resulting in frequent visits and a massive backlog of cake.
#TrueStory
Heh. A while back I was getting weird sex-ish stuff adds on Ace. Pretty sure I posted a screen grab here a few weeks ago. Now I notice Ace’d ads are back to the usual gooey stuff and feet stuff. Or usual for me. YMMV. Some of that stuff from a few weeks ago…well I have an imagination but I the older I get the less I like to use it.
Well…as I just said…an imagination I try not to use.
Just say that again, clearly. Into this recording device. I like to keep my files up to date.
What would Jesus do? Seriously. This question didn’t use to be so bloody hard.
See, now you’re gonna make me try to find it again…This is all on you dude…
Pst314
As one of the replies stated these were to prevent the early 18th century “resurrection men” from exhuming recently buried corpses snd selling them to the surgeon-instructors at medical schools. Probably the most infamous example of this nasty but lucrative trade were William Burke and William Hare in Scotland. However when confronted with a shortage of suitable corpses they crossed the Rubicon by creating their own through a series of 16 grisly murders. They got caught.
The grids were usually removed after a suitable period when it was assumed the corpse would have decayed sufficiently to render it unusable.
The grids were usually removed after a suitable period when it was assumed the corpse would have decayed sufficiently to render it unusable.
They might come back in fashion, they way they are adding stripes to the “pride” flag, the “zoophiles” are warming up in the bullpen, so it would not surprise me if the necrophiles are next in the batting order.
Burke‘s the butcher,
Hare‘s the thief,
Knox the man who buys the beef.
Necrophiles or necrophiliacs
Any excuse to link to Doctor Hook in the glory days before they got successful but oh so slushy:-
https://youtu.be/uo9bKdIG_Yw
You do good work, David.
Tip jar hit.
Aelfheld
That’s them. Was that taken from the Robert Louis Stevenson story? It’s over 50 years since I’ve even given them a thought but I do recall reading/performing the story at school. It was a rather gloomy school.
Yes, I know, but I prefer to make tasteless jokes about the correction booth.
So for the first time in my life I’m tempted to download some gorilla porn, fly to Toronto, and share…first time…swearzies…
https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2023/07/10/canada-Toronto-Zoo-cellphone-videos-gorillas/8931689006966/
John,
I don’t think that bit of doggerel came from The Body Snatcher.
Per the reliably unreliable Wikipedia, it’s an Edinburgh rhyme:
Up the close and doon the stair,
But and ben’ wi’ Burke and Hare.
Burke’s the butcher, Hare’s the thief,
Knox the boy that buys the beef.
Bless you, sir. May your whites remain white, even on a cool wash.
[ Presses record. ]
One more time. But closer to the microphone.
Wouldn’t Zombie Jamboree be more apropos?
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Right, time to be horizontal. Talk amongst yourselves.
Play nicely. Use coasters.
“Sit down, white boy. I’m going to end you.”
No, not racist at all. /sarcasm
adverts for toe fungus ointments and the hazards of an enlarged prostate?
Don’t forget how Doctors are left flabbergasted, speechless, amazed and disbelieving.
Doctors are left flabbergasted, speechless, amazed and disbelieving.
That’s when they’re treating a victim of a Thesaurus Rex attack.
Great blog (and lots of rabbit holes).
Making use of your Amazon thing.
I do like the fact that it’s possible, if not necessarily wise, to spend quite a lot of time here, poking about. If it’s any comfort, I do sometimes fall down the rabbit holes myself. I was once rummaging for an old comment on the expansion rate of the universe and got derailed by a debate on undercooked crumpets. As one does.
Bless you, sir. May your cutlery drawer be orderly.
The thrill of car ownership.
His ambition is to have an abortion. Out of spite. And if you raise an eyebrow, you must be some kind of bigot.
Words fail. Cannot think of one to adequately describe the depravity of this abomination. The Bard seems to appreciate my dilemma.
– William Shakespeare
Activist struggles with concept of trade-offs.
“The urine dance of the Zunis.“
A much better cause than “pride”, but I am not sure they understand the whole concept of “Braille”.
Does this criminal look like a Britney?
The science is settled.
I remember telling a blind friend about that. He just shook his head. We were riding to linch in my convertible one day with the top down and as we sat at a traffic light he asked me why it seemed every time we stopped at that intersection there was such annoying, incessant beeping. While he was aware of such audio signals in much more walkable areas of cities and such he was rather surprised that the idiots would put one there. He could not imagine why but we presumed that maybe…maaaaaybe a blind person in the area regularly frequented that area…and only that area. Odd that I never saw them though.
“My Grandma, what big teeth you have!”
“Stop body shaming me!”
It’s to assist blind fans in finding their athlete heroes at autograph sessions.
So sayeth the Gospel of Anoia.
Pinged.
These are not the ramblings of a sane creature.
I always have to look up Terry Pratchett references. But yes, the misaligned garlic press, pizza cutter, can opener, etc., can be the devils in the cutlery drawer. The cause of untold exasperation.
Bless you, sir. May you have enough frying pans.
“body shaming”: the fact is that not everyone gets to be handsome and rich. BUT what one does with what one has makes all the difference. There are actors and even actresses that I consider ugly but are big stars. A 5ft 9in basketball player was a star dunker in the NBA. And importantly, you can do a lot about your appearance. Gaining 60 lbs and wearing slob clothes is NOT one of those things. Anyone who gets a nice haircut and wears decent clothes will look a lot better. Anyone. But it is so much easier to be a fat slob and then complain about it.
Hence the extra cabinets and drawers in my remodeled kitchen.
Black, activist mayor promises to make “real-life Wakanda.” It has not gone entirely to plan.
“real life Wakanda”
I loved Black Panther. But note that to get Wakanda they had to invoke a magical metal, Vibranium, that does not actually explain their advanced state. Also, they have a perfect wall surrounding their paradise, no immigrants allowed. And hilariously, when they decide to try to “help the world” they initiate activity in a US city (LA?) where the locals are not even excited to be helped. They have no more ideas how to help than opening an after school program for youths. hahahah right.
“One of the best things about intersectional activism is that we are allowed to reinterpret history to prove that we were right all along.“
“Do you know who the f*ck I am?”
We do now, buddy.
Our “progressive, deep-thinking” artists and writers have been out of ideas for a very long time. They know how to complain and denounce, but they don’t know how to do anything useful.
I am looking forward to further revelations about exactly what he was doing in that house. And maybe a criminal history, too.
Hot take detected:
It’s a mistake to call it murder. Assisted suicide perhaps.
At first, I couldn’t tell whether the tweet was intended as some kind of satire or parody. But judging by subsequent elaborations, it seems it was sincere. Or at least sincere pretension, if you see what I mean.
And examples of the same sentiment aren’t exactly hard to find.
At risk of sounding old-fashioned, it seems to me that if someone is trying to break into your home, with a crowbar, they’re sending a pretty strong signal that their wellbeing is of no importance.
Does that mean something similar to “I’ve got my father sitting here with me”?
Doing my part by pinging.
breaking in
If you look at crime accounts, it is not uncommon for a simple robbery to end up as murder, even when the victim cooperates because such crooks are without a conscience or sense. These people have shot someone who owes them $20 or looked at them funny. The idea that it is “just stuff” ignores this fact entirely. Also, rape often starts with a break-in.
Details, details.
The important thing is for Neily Dan to feel superior.
Sterling work, Mr T. *donates to blog preservation fund*
Bless you, sirs. May your respective cars make only the noises you would expect them to make. No untoward rattling or squeaking.
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Or garbage disposal.
And if someone is trying to protect such criminals, they’re sending a pretty strong signal that they are your deadly enemy.
Ping!
I always have to look up Terry Pratchett references
You really don’t.
Also, they have a perfect wall surrounding their paradise, no immigrants allowed
Wakanda is an isolationist apartheid ethnostate.
I’ve always found it annoying that those who claim “it’s only stuff that can be replaced” forget that it took a non-refundable portion of my life span to earn the money that was used to buy said stuff.
This. Rarely does anyone say this out loud to these jerks though. Not to mention that some “stuff” is more than just “stuff”. Family heirlooms and things that remind us of lost loved ones, those things hold much, much more than their material value.
on a lighter note…speaking of ads appearing on Ace…well, clickbait anyway…inquiring minds and all that jazz…
Bless you, sir. In times of crisis may your tailoring be impeccable.
Absolutely. And if someone is willing to violate your home – and violate a very significant moral boundary – what other moral boundaries will they cross? And given, say, two or three seconds to think about it, how can you possibly know which ones they won’t cross?
To assume that a burglar armed with a crowbar is anything other than an existential threat seems foolish in the extreme.
Well, as we’ve seen, vividly, more than once, the mental and moral contortions of such people – their affectations of progressive piety – can be bizarre, one might say perverse. And the implied disregard for the victims of such monsters, and their future victims, including their own neighbours, is quite extraordinary.
And baby, check out this colour and shine.
Small consolation.
Depraved.
Well, “You should not be able to defend yourself against armed and recidivist predators and should just let yourself be mugged, or burgled, or carjacked, or raped, because your life isn’t worth any more than theirs” is not the most obvious moral position.
Yet here we are.
But it is obvious when you see their true motives.
Fick dich herum und finde es heraus.
Precocious.
“Tragically, the consequences may require potential amputation of their hands.”
It’s a pity that it won’t be the hands of the adult Fagins who led them into this lunatic folly.
…the hands of the adult Fagins…
I have seen a good number of news reports in the last 3 years of carjackers as young as 10.
Both of her parents are communists, I believe. But then, most of the Scandinavian elites are commies.