Bar Tabs And Tokens Of Esteem
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Oh yes. The buttons:
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.