Friday Ephemera (739)
For some reason, I wasn’t expecting the bra. || Bar tab of consequence. || Bracing scenes. || Brush thoroughly. || Sky potholes. || Spillage of note. || Stalin’s longevity serum. || How jellyfish hunt. || It’s not hijinks, it’s an attempt to harass and dominate. || Disruptive customer detected. || Uncanny resemblance. || The thrill of ingrown hair. || Nosferatu, 1922. || When it happens, it will have happened 3,000 years ago. || You want one and you know it. || Today’s word is visibility. || Street justice scenes. || How to needlessly get yourself tased. || String and typewriters. || On pronouncing scone. || “Dear person,” and other letters. || Dispute of note. || The progressive retail experience, parts 583, 584, and 585. || Spider goats. || And finally, stroking, rubbing, and definitely some bulging.
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Good, but not really enough justice.
Dispute of note.
I would suggest that Mr. Max Jenkins leave the boards up lest while watching a play on the BBC John Wilkes Booth sneaks up and shoots him .
Unmet minimum?
What’s wrong with this picture?
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
Estimated IQ: 85.
Although I have known dumbasses whose IQ’s seemed around 100. I recall one man who said that when stopped by the police he always got out of his car to face the officer as an equal, rather than stay in the car with his hands on the wheel as police want you to do.
How about the right to be bopped upside the head with a nightstick?
Or better yet, the right to receive a load of buckshot?
Here in America I’ve only heard it pronounced to rhyme with stone.
But now I wonder if American scones are different than UK scones: The ones I’ve had here, supposedly authentic, are rather dry and dense. So I far prefer croissants.
Consent badges at a furry convention
gay flamingo couple is appeased
The next Top Gear?
A ‘gay flamingo couple’?
gay flamingo couple is appeased
Best comment on the thread, “I bet the baby turns out weird.”
I can see DO NOT INTERACT and LEAVE ME ALONE as easily being worth 8 quid.
What are the best classic British foods (savoury)?
I am a “gone” person (my accent = bogan australian)
Only found out there was another way from watching The Goodies.
I would put a Steak & Kidney combo near the top, as I would Haggis, piped in or not.
Thank you, because of that I have now watched this
Laughed, not sorry.
Morning, all.
Not today, sunshine.
“You want one and you know it.“
This could overtake the log burner as item of choice for the middle class homeowner!
I did appreciate the lady in the halter top standing on the fucker’s legs. Nice touch.
[ Slurps coffee. ]
Hm. May be time to rustle up a cottage pie.
One more time. We are objects in their world.
Why is this happening in a restaurant? Why is it happening at all?
Answers on a postcard, please.
Didn’t he pay his bill?
[ Slides spoon, and large jar of Marmite, to John D. ]
Poor she, big tears.
So she f*cked around and found out?
It’s quite the presumption:
But such is the world of the unspanked narcissist. The kind of person, who, on hearing news that they regard as upsetting, immediately reaches for their phone to record themselves crying, while repeatedly glancing at the camera, and who then uploads the video to social media, fishing for likes and affirmation from total strangers.
Needless to say, our weepy slut wants you to believe she’s “non-binary.”
It’s like a textbook.
[ Drapes VIP rope around dicentra’s bar stool, shoos away peasants. ]
Best implies that some of them are good.
Oh no, I screwed up that link.
This is the correct Top Gear link.
So she f*cked around and found out?
Nah, I call bullshit. I think she set up her little camera and staged it for the likes. Because frankly polyamorous implies more than one person finds her attractive and even a single entity in that category is doubtful.
[ Moves Ted’s bar stool nearer to toilets. ]
Seems like a reasonable ranking.
[ Retrieves David’s notebook from behind bar. Writes “known deviant”. ]
See, I detest kidney, with some passion, but found haggis surprisingly tasty.
[ Recoils in horror. ]
It was in a fancy restaurant with a terribly fashionable guest chef, whose terribly fashionable name I can’t recall, so maybe he tarted it up a bit.
It’s not a dish I hanker for, you understand, but it was a pleasant surprise.
I liked the comment:
“I bet the baby turns out weird.”
(Oh, I see Steve E got there before me)
[ Resumes prepping enormous cauldron of chili. ]
[ Tries to remember not to rub eyes. ]
*fears worst*
*clicks link anyway*
WTF 😶
There’s always a new worst.
That’s the spirit. Women like a man with fortitude.
“You’re seeing another woman”
Funny. Never actually saw this when it aired.
Hopefully not the fortitude to eat haggis.