Friday Ephemera (700)
The thrill of smoking cannabis. (h/t, Dr W) || The thrill of boxing fragile objects. || Man explains lesbianism. || Helpful instructions. || The hunt for optimal toasting. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Artistic license. || Maybe the rattling is a good sign. || She may be a little bit racist. || Road users of note. || The North-South divide, 1970. || Villains falling to their deaths, parts 1-30. || DETRANS, a documentary. || His periods make him feel sad and fatigued, but also “kinda nice.” || “The pull of gravity here is much weaker than anywhere else on Earth.” || The progressive retail experience, parts 512, 513, 514, 515, and 516. || She wants to “be safe” while she does it. || “You’re being a white man.” || Missing keys. || The machine uprising, day 7. || Today’s word is pursuit. || When you’re all prepped for Disney World. || Tastes like perfume. || And finally, the thrill of podcasting.
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Road users of note.
I was waiting for the part where he gets stuck in Rabbit’s front door.
Tastes like perfume.
She thought it was fruit spray.
Not true, could also be A minor.
Thrust upwards with passionate fury . . .
It just went down on its own . . .
I could be wrong but I don’t think the lack of cowling appreciably affects the performance.
Watching that I’m like..hey…wait a minute…this looks familiar. It’s around Atlanta, wasn’t sure myself exactly where as the video is a bit blurred. Then checking comments it apparently is I-85 in Gwinette county? I’ve been through there a few times. Weird sensation.
He’s black so we’re not supposed to watch that. Big Brother said.
Made me laugh
The progressive retail experience, parts 512, 513, 514, 515, and 516.
I just can’t watch that sh*t any more. Oh, and btw, ping.
*craves toast*
Okay, I laughed and I’m not sorry.
Morning, all.
I know the feeling, though I doubt I’ll be running out of examples any time soon. And the comment, in part 515, about incentives and new norms, and expectations of impunity, is not entirely trivial.
Bless you, sir. May the genitals of your enemies fall into disuse.
[ Chomps toast. ]
[ Wipes melted butter from chin. ]
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
And this one.
If only AGPs had a clue how f**king boring they are.
Heh. Quite.
I actually can’t tell if that’s a wind-up or not.
The sound of its wings.
“Is he strong? Listen, bud…”
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
GreenLight laser therapy. Probably has a prostate the size of a softball.
I’d assumed it was Photoshop. But let’s go with your theory.
It occurs to me that, out there somewhere, there’s probably a site for people who really want to see photos of celebrities who appear to have pissed themselves.
It would be very Current Year.
I could not have been that patient with her. How do these people even manage to keep living?
Presumably, by exploiting the pretensions of others. A kind of psychological parasitism:
Something along those lines.
I’ll just leave this here, I think.
I am not sure what the issue is, he did say he was going to his local to get pissed.
Someone fetch Muldoon’s coat.
And the matches.
Sheesh, some people get so pissed over a pun.
[ Coat-burning intensifies. ]
I told you trying to burn a Nomex coat wouldn’t be a piece of piss.
I love how this dude stars with, “People are always asking…” as if the definition of lesbianism is a non-stop source of discussion and controversy, and he’s here to set the record straight once and for all. Must be one of those “experts” I’m always hearing about.
I love how this dude stars with…
Then goes on to base the entire definition on the faulty premise that he is “hot”.
Curious just how often wokeness is difficult to distinguish from being needlessly hostile and ill-mannered.
That.
“lesbianism”: sexual attraction involves our hormones responding to sexual signals (physical and hormonal, voice pitch, wallet size, hair) of others. I know, let’s have half-assed surgery, take the wrong hormones, and complain all the time. What could go wrong? XY “lesbians” are simply in denial.
Pretty sure this is a prank call. I would dismiss it as immature, wrong, rude, etc. except she is calling Target who…let’s face it, even their name is asking for it. They deserve this and more. It used to be my preferred store for those sort of things. I saw them going woke at least ten years ago. When I tried to get that point across to people, conservative…”conservative” people…well…f*** ’em.
I had it in my head that Liam is a conservative, or leans that way for an actor-type. Or do I have that backwards?
“I wouldn’t live down there for thirty quid a week.”
He does right.
I did chuckle at the accusation that northerners eat off of pan lids due to a scarcity of plates, or possibly to minimise washing-up.
[ Points binoculars towards The Barren North, awaits arrival of Sam. ]
Also, the lady who wanted us to know that she doesn’t like gossiping. A claim followed by a rather conspicuous silence from her assembled co-workers.
Heh. It’s kinda cute when Brits volunteer this information to us visiting Yanks. I recall eating in a pub or something, a bit off the beaten tourist track but not too far, upon realizing we were Americans and apropos of nothing (as far as I could tell) the waitress brit-splained to us this difference as being the opposite of America. That’s interesting Luv, but just the fish and chips would be fine. And where’s the bloody Guinesses that we ordered? I kid. It was rather cute but also a bit…ummm.
The one on the left is certainly an unrealistic depiction.
Feature, not bug.
It’s not all glamour and sophistication, you know, like you find here.
[ Straightens coasters. ]
Unfortunately, this is a type of universal statement that’s frequently seen in personal essays by supposedly professional writers.
And I can’t help but notice that the lady’s husband doesn’t get a word in.
He knows his place.
The North-South divide, 1970.
Did I understand right that it’s your South that has the snobby, cosmopolitan high-falutin’ types, and it’s the North where all the backward redneck types live?
That woman though, with the pu**y-whipped husband and that impossible freakish neck – bit tightly wound she seems.
In much the same way that outside of Democrat-run cities, the rest of the US is all tumbleweed and missing teeth, allegedly.
Meanwhile, in the realm of the transcendent.