Friday Ephemera (791)
At last, a camera for your toilet bowl. || And lo, her chakras were aligned. || Can cleaning your car increase its value? || I have questions regarding the décor. || On elephants’ toenails. || On self-knowledge and its absence. || At last, a miracle breakthrough. || The British in Benidorm, 1983. || Meanwhile, in the world of art. || And in musical theatre news. || A brief history of the sewing machine. || The man who walked on his head, 1904. (h/t, Neatorama) || Sign language translation gloves. || She’s swag and awesome, you hear? || Today’s word is inadvisable. || The story of the THX Deep Note. || She’s squeezing out the patriarchy with her pelvic floor exercises. || He caused a crash, stole the attending ambulance, then crashed that too. || He has cute little girl feet. || Some unfortunate flaccidity.
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I’m getting better.
In the event of fine weather, consider this tactic:
No you’re not.
“Who’s that, then?
I dunno. Must be a blog king.
Why?
He hasn’t got shitposters all over his threads.”
That looked like Liberace’s deranged younger brother’s crash pad.
Liberace’s deranged younger brother’s pool boy’s shrink’s decor.
Greetings, fellow geezers old enough to know who Liberace was.
Is that symbolic of our ruling class?