Friday Ephemera (803)
Tastes like chicken, I’m told. || “The ladders have since been replaced with stairs.” || He’s smouldering, I think. || Today’s word is daylight. || Setting the bar quite low, I fear. || Go with what works, I guess. || Let’s go to Pilates. || The progressive retail experience, parts 699 and 700. || “On YouTube, there are video demonstrations of how to make a portable bidet using a plastic soda bottle.” || Question asked. || A choir made up of people who’ve had their voice boxes removed. || Adventures in bicycling. || Scenes from Bolton. || Little foot soldiers. || Fowl smothered in oysters and other hearty fare, 1796. || “Of course I want there to be a replacement.” || “They’re not my ancestors, I don’t care.” || Headline of note. || And in military news. || Mostly rubber. || And finally, on leaving residue.
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Sally Struthers makes an appeal. Won’t you help?
It really should be legal to shoot them without warning.
Truth:
Just dropping in was ne’er so fraught.
It does make one think impunity is the goal.
Covering finger tips with a cast doesn’t work.
That poor dog.
“Give me the child till the age of seven and I will show you the man.” — Aristotle