Friday Ephemera (702)
All the fun of the fair. || All the fun of the fair 2. || Today’s word is fulsome. || It has its own tracking ID. || Yeah, screw those ambulances trying to get to an emergency, says she. || The thrill of can openers. || Incoming. || When you’re getting married and you want glamour and spectacle. || He went exploring. || “She’s more of a woman than I am.” || Modernity is a helluva thing. || Inadvisable. || Impression made. || Parking dispute. || We put the clever ones in reality shows. || “Use your eyes. This isn’t rocket science.” || Always respect the media. || The progressive retail experience, parts 517, 518, 519, 520, 521, 522, and 523. || Erotic bathroom scenes. || Today’s other word is tool. || Love and fentanyl. || The last thing that will ever happen. || And finally, a matter of some urgency.
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Frist
“She’s more of a woman than I am.”
I’ll take supervillains in an LGBQT Batman movie for 100 please Alex.
Earlier this week my wife showed me a video, just one video, like this and says to me, “Look at what people are doing.” I told her that every week for about a year or so, possibly longer, you post a half dozen such clips. I sensed she didn’t believe me. I showed her three of these just now and now she’s mad. Hopefully not at me but…I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Once again the podium is inside a car, which given the popularity of these pulpits, amongst deranged women, must rank them as impregnable safe spaces. Indeterminate sex aside, a bull ring in the nose always adds a touch of glamour.
“Incoming.“
Gravity is just a white man’s inven…SHIT! RUN!
So two women live there but the house is still a mess… *ducks*
Morning, all.
Heh. I say again, heh.
I think you should grab a sleeping bag and head for the neighbour’s garage. You know it’s inevitable.
And she does rather blurt out the mentality in play among such creatures – the urge to frustrate and dominate others, the non-reciprocal narcissism. One more time: They are not good people. They do not mean well.
This week’s freak show doesn’t disappoint.
Ah, but he had “a bit of a jarring experience,” you see. Unlike the bank staff who had to put up with his shit. And who were scolded for failing to see a six-foot-tall man with pink hair and eyeliner as suddenly a woman.
The whole thing is, of course, an inversion, a lie. Including the instruction to “use your eyes.” The one thing chappie doesn’t want the rest of us to do is use our eyes. Or our ears. Or indeed anything between them.
He just wants us to pretend and obey.
“Hell is other people.”
Another bulletin from an hermetically sealed studio on wheels.
Those three blood blisters on the lower lip could not be more symmetrical. Another all lonesome on his nose. Inflammation powdered over presumably.
It’s like some diabolical test of human patience.
If the other passengers were to beat him around the head with shoes, then throw him out of the nearest door, preferably somewhere over the Atlantic, this would not be entirely unwarranted or unfair.
By the way, the fruits of all that utter toolery can be savoured here.
“Use your eyes. This isn’t rocket science.”
And yet, he relies on very binary and stereotypical thinking to make his point, saying that they should know because he is wearing a dress and has on makeup. Because that’s what makes a woman, I guess.
Erotic bathroom scenes
I would like to think the boyfriend then excused himself, saying he had to go get a pack of cigarettes, packed a bag, and left.
[ Sounds of Stephanie shovelling contents of garden into bathroom. ]
These two statements can both be true.
By the way, the fruits of all that utter toolery can be savoured here.
Which is why one should pay extra to sit up front in the adult seats on real airlines.
That can’t be real… can it?
Frankly, the chap looks like it might be a regular occurrence.
I see #RIPDoctorWho is trending.
I prefer rose petals.
Surely every bride in a white dress wants fresh horseshit on the dancefloor?
It passes the time.
Question asked.
Question asked.
I don’t think there is any risk of that ever happening.
Well, there is that. But it’s curious just how often these things are some variation of, “But can’t I just play dress-up forever?”
Or glorified parasitism.
They do things differently over there.
Ambulances: In Manhattan the gridlock gets so bad it shows up in failure to get to hospital in time for heart attack victims–ie more deaths. Sure, just being picky.
There was canned food for a long time before can openers. Also lighters existed for decades before matches. Inventing is hard.
Wedding: we went to one where the bride and groom vanished for an hour and then showed up in a horse drawn carriage–did not tell anyone why they were going to be gone so long (or maybe was a screw-up). Horse carriage NOT in the ballroom to be clear.
Back in the good old days, a bloke walking down the street in drag would attract a train of small boys calling out “Why ya wearing a dress mister?” “Gis a kiss!” “ee’s a nuttah!” And so on untill he ran home and put his trousers back on. This was called “checks and balances” and very effective it was too.
As noted here,
Bears repeating, I think.
By the way, if you like fish pie, I can recommend these.
#DaveDoesDiningTips
Is that the new Meals on Wheels?
Of course! Then she can use it for the erotic bathroom scenes.
I thought Al Lewis died.
Once the authorities started persecuting those morally upstanding citizens who wanted “No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs” it’s been all down hill from there.
Erotic bathroom scenes
Is it just me, or is she a bit of pig.
Who knew Peppa has an OnlyFans?
That’s Boxing Day sorted.
It passes the time.
Well the game is called cornhole.
You seem to know an awful lot about it. Just sayin’.
Just sayin’.
It passes the time.
Modern crime-busting.
Living in fear of the police.
Living in fear of the police 2.
And he looked like such a nice young man!
How diverse.
Erotic bathroom scenes
Destructive deer-eating ‘super pigs’ invade northern US from Canada
Never trust a man who keeps pigs. It’s a piece of advice that has served me well lo these many years.
At last, one of… these.
How . . . spiritual.
Does it not inspire thoughts of the numinous, the transcendent…?
Re the above, a footnote of note.
The Bristol “Airport”? Heh. Last I was through there 20+ years ago it was just a place to land a plane and turn around. Upon arriving via a short hop from Brussels, there were two “immigration” or whatever officials in a small building there whom I had to make my own effort to present my passport to. A coworker told me he had walked right into the country without speaking/presenting himself to anyone. Nice to see they now have a “service” station.
A senator shows off his culinary skills.
“Use your eyes. This isn’t rocket science.” I’m wearing a dress…
It puts the lotion on its skin!
Hell’s Bells. That’s EXACTLY why police should carry, and know how to effectively use, a baton or billy club.
They managed to cuff one wrist. So not a total failure.
The whole thing may be farcical and demoralising, for the law-abiding at least, but the incompetent officers were suitably diverse, and that’s what matters, after all.
Diversity is our strength, you know.
Not entirely unrelated.
Heh.
Permission sought.
[ Sounds of Stephanie shovelling contents of garden into bathroom. ]
I beg your pardon?
[Frowns in the direction of the UK]
[ Wipes bar nonchalantly, whistles. ]
Well isn’t that EXACTLY why they went to all the trouble of inventing the taser in the first place? Four officers and apparently not a one between them?
“Basically imagine your spouse has the psychological profile of a Green Party member.”
I laughed and I’m definitely not sorry.
I’m just going to leave this here for no reason whatsoever.
4 cops can’t cuff suspect: diversity is our strength
apparently not
https://twitter.com/HazelAppleyard_/status/1728202646576873949
oh FFS! Hysterical confected outrage.
there are constraints imposed by reality: none of us is talented in all fields; time is limited; nothing is free; we are not all beautiful or popular; accidents happen; governments are not all-wise and can be venal or evil; we are not all born rich; etc.
Adults come to terms with these limitations and make the best of it. Big-ass children whine about how everything is unfair and think they can just demand a perfect world. “why do I have to work?” “affirm me!” “everyone is racist” ad nauseum
Nice work
They should be on 1/4 pay.
Meanwhile, in the world of Doctor Who.
He’s a “male-presenting Timelord” who gets scolded by women, repeatedly. All done for the kids, obviously.
I am guessing that the missing toolkit has the last 10 mm socket on the space station.
Note that if you make horrifying and potentially genuine threats on social media, you get to be a “trans-identified man” instead of a woman.