Friday Ephemera (731)
Memorable watermelon. || Maybe it’s a meat thing. || Monster competition, 1967. || Mirror for sale. || Two men with placards, an exchange of ideas ensues. || The thrill of watching dough. || Card game. || How to earn a doctorate in psychology. || She’s got a big one. || Bouncy. || Just one job. || One of these things is not like the others. || You want one and you know it. || Oh glorious enrichment. || We revolve around him, you know. || Cinema snacks. || Fancy a little chicken? || Not unfair. || No, I insist, ladies first. || It’s “gender affirming,” see. || A compendium of profanities, sorted by subject and rudeness. From cobblers and cack to putain de merde and cona da tua mãe. || Stiff competition for food. || “Unfortunately, the cost of this mistake is quite high.” || And finally, funereal scenes.
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I like big cheeses and I cannot lie.
British jobs, 1881
Odds that he will ever become a decent human being: 5 percent.
Fancy a little chicken?
Was expecting a small cock joke tbh. The heading does fit better with the theme established with the meat thing, the enrichment and the cinema snacks though.
A compendium of profanities,
Also known as “will knots”
Impressive.
I’ve been dragged to “dine in” movie theaters twice. At both venues the food was mediocre to bad. Never again.
Having caught a summer cold I was foraging in the pantry for chicken noodle soup for dinner and found this: https://www.kroger.com/product/images/large/front/0005527084416 which went rather well with the leftover chicken and greens from lunch.
Boxes of Cracker Jack® were more honest.
Maybe.
[Contemplates God’s promise to not destroy Sodom if Lot can find even ten righteous men.]
A prayer to Saint Bartholomew seems in order.
A dilemma.
Peter Strzok and Lisa Page were just awarded $2 million for having their “private” emails revealed.
Words fail.
https://www.cnn.com/2024/07/26/politics/peter-strzok-lisa-page-fbi-settlement-doj/index.html
In case people don’t know, Scott Newgent is a woman who transitioned and who desperately regrets it. She was interviewed in the movie What Is a Woman?
“Feed me, Seymour.”
Morning, all.
See, I knew the compendium of vulgarity and profanities would play well with this crowd.
[ Slurps coffee, makes Lemsip. ]
Peekaboo.
“ You want one and you know it.“
As a lover of totally unnecessary gadgets, I really do!
See, I knew the compendium of vulgarity and profanities would play well with this crowd.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
[ Meanwhile, the Cheers theme song plays in the background ]
Copied from the previous thread:
Warren Smith watches woke-lings in action.
E. coli outbreak in 3… 2…
You’re not still using ice cubes are you, Julia?
You’ve brought shame on us all.
I learned something today.
There’s a lot to process. Korinthenkacker, for instance, or “Someone who shits raisins.”
Or Mierenneuker, which roughly translates as “ant fucker.” And which refers to much the same attribute.
I wondered why my body clock woke me earlier than usual and now it’s clear – the Ephemera is out!
Maybe it’s a meat thing.
Some people take keto too far.
Having spent a lot of time at sea, among rough men, Stephanie will doubtless be familiar with the complete list of profanities and vulgar epithets.
My all-time favorite and most commonly used remains wankstain.
Having used the filter to find Russian words, I am surprised by the dearth of such. Especially since I expected the ubiquitous “Ёб твою мать.”
See? Told you. Filthy, she is.
I’ve read elsewhere that they had a pretty poor case and would probably have lost in a real court, in the imperial capital however all bets are off. This seems to be a way to reward the new regime’s foot soldiers. Take a hit while doing us a solid and we’ll see you’re paid for it.
I find your optimism charming.
[ Smooths hair. Straightens tie. ]
Ah, simpler times.
From the annals of Dindu Nuffin:
I only wish it were only in Chicago. I also wish those be-kind-to-thugs reporters would experience the reality of urban crime in all its viciousness. Repeatedly.
True.
Do you often feel like this, David?
Our domestic politics is scarcely more glorious.
Thus I speculated you could feel it’s enough ugliness without seeing American news.
On the other hand, it’s all grist for the blog mill.
On the other other hand, you need some French speaking commenters to contribute translations of juicy Frog news.
Change “juicy” to “pertinent”, lest David be tempted to post French cuisine horrors.
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Especially since I expected the ubiquitous “Ёб твою мать.”
Nowhere near as ubiquitous as блять (the milder form блин may be used by kids) often used with сука.
How do the French say “nommy nom nom”?
Looks undercooked.
See head, opening, requirement
I’m still unsure what, exactly, is taking place there.
I’m still unsure what, exactly, is taking place there.
Same here. But who are we, in our pallor, to look askance at the vibrant, glorious cultural enrichment taking place?
With scenes of foreign liveliness, you can often get the gist of what’s happening. “Oh, this is part of a wedding ceremony,” or “Ah, we have something a bit like that back home.”
But the ladies writhing about in carcasses? I’m not finding an obvious analogue.
This was from two f’n years ago. Key point is at the end, speak up. For the love of f’n God, speak up.
This seems like it must be a metaphor for something.