Chesterton’s bicycle. || It’s a chair, it’s an earthquake helmet. || A shovel is used. || Tiling issues. || Three sizes, five colours. || Incoming. || I’m not entirely clear on the rules. || Another fun way to pass the time. || It’s an alternative approach. || Giving it to the man. || Big mirror. || “Best new artist.” || I want all of the loveliness in one big injection. || More joys of public transport. || Pulse detected. || Provider and role model. || Critter of the sea. || Car relocation. || Close enough for showbiz work. || Conservatism in an idealised nutshell. || Noise reduction. (h/t, pst314) || Street scenes, godly edition. || Attention, all heterosexual menfolk. If you think she’s hot, you’re gay, apparently. || It’s her way of life. || And finally, because you look like you need this, a “freeing and detoxifying” project for the weekend.
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Oh yes. The buttons:
Why? “Because we can”? “Look how creative we are”? “Look how insane we are”?
It’s the Clone of Silence for recluses.
Successfully trolled for free national publicity.
So, not yet legal drinking age. Does this blog always have proper adult supervision?
Do this blog’s readers?
Now available in taxicab yellow!
It’s a mystery why so many are wary of trans people.
The progressive retail experience, yet again. Or should it be called “the unspanked”?
Cone of Silence! Cone of Silence, dammit!
Critter of the sea.
Not sharks, depth charges.
More joys of public transport.
Whether someone who craps on a bus is actually human is subject to debate.
…a “freeing and detoxifying” project for the weekend.
The first problem is a $20,000 shoe collection, the second is a Gen Z honky with cornrows, the third is thinking that walking barefoot on filthy streets is “detoxifying”, but then, they are idiots.
Now available in taxicab yellow!
We need Gospodin Cranium’s take, but I am not sure that shot trap where you can bounce one off the glacis into the turret ring is the swellest of ideas.
Don’t forget “pathological need for attention”.
There are places in America where an APC would make a good taxicab.
The Glaswegians seem to have opinions.
Meanwhile, for all you sci fi fans out there, the Imperial Stormtoopers got a new benefit plan. The results will amaze you.
This is not good.
Gone. What was it?
Think there was an update where she said she produced ‘explicit content’ on her site.
I miss the days when shame was a thing.
I can see it.
Them.
But I wish I hadn’t.
I got lost in the archive. *hits tip jar*
“Critter of the sea.“
I know of no shark species with conical teeth. Mosasaurs, however…
I miss talent (and shame).
Also ping!
Morning, all.
I get that a lot.
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May you find plentiful parking.
Oh, it’s still there, waiting to be seen. Perhaps you have to be logged in to Twitter / X to see it.
If I say, “rubber genitals covered in cat hair and being fondled enthusiastically by a dysmorphic woman with a beard,” does that help?
I think we both know the answer to that.
Again, it only seems to be visible if you’re logged in to Twitter / X.
Perhaps this will help.
What?
And this, obviously.
He made his dad a shirt.
As a concept, shame was, I think, underrated and not without its uses. Alas, among many, it now seems terribly unfashionable.
Yes, there’s plenty to unpack, as they say.
*snort*
And ping.
Soon be the big 20.
Bless you, sir. Should you buy new trousers, may you remember to check that the tailoring includes pockets deep enough to prevent your phone falling out whenever you sit down.
Hah. Tits out for the kids, right?
“Michigan transgender Muslim woman loses case against ex who she sued for throwing out jar of her former pair of testicles that she kept in the FRIDGE“
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13062699/testicles-michigan-transgender-muslim-woman-sued-genitals.html
Can’t wait til those kids start voting. #heavysarcasm
Nearly forgot -PING!
Again, for a short video, there’s quite a lot to process. I mean, as a lesson in how-to-be-a-degenerate-and-fail-in-life, it’s pretty much all there. Poor impulse control and immediate gratification; stealing as somehow perfectly okay; and – oh yes – eating junk food off of a store’s floor.
For some reason, that was the detail that stuck in my mind.
Bless you, madam. When absent, may you be missed.
Not to mention serving on juries.
Complete with emotional support dog and head tilt. And the shameful fact that taxpayers paid for the surgery because “she” is “disabled”.
Also lurkers on blogs:
I made myself laugh. I regret nothing.
♫♪Do you come from a land down under,
Where women glow and men wear their undies♫♪
Finally, some social justice, and people will be able to afford sparky car chargers.
About time someone thought of the hardscrabble woes of the millionaires.
It’s a job.
That’s…
I don’t…
How can…
What…
Nope.
Hey, I’m bringing you cultural scrapings. Art thou not enriched?
I think that’s enough enrichment for one
yearcenturymillennium.I think I read about that a couple years ago: Removal of improperly built facades which were peeling away. Maybe in China. (But, once again, my memory is suspect.)
But Briggs, where do all these dumb smart people come from?
Today, graduating from university is more common than completing high school in the 1940s
(I notice that, as usual, Briggs’ enemies have inserted typos into his post.)
I simply don’t believe you, madam. You look and sound as if you’re about to burst into tears.
It’s not so much the scraping as the teeth-shattering drilling I’m struggling with.