This vehicle is reversing. || Downside detected. || Big spider. || Squid roll. || Satie on a bondoneon. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || There was, alas, some screaming. || Compatible skillsets. || Crossing of note. || “We did not come here to coexist.” || “And I’m still laughing,” says she. || The thrill of wrapping. || The progressive retail experience, parts 736, 737, 738, 739 and 740. || The pram of the future, 1971. || ‘Twas an uncanny transformation. || A museum of antique tubas – and other niche museums. || Bow ties. || Turbulence of note. || Beware the brown acid. || Suboptimal solution. || Balloon turkey, balloon wombat. || Blockage fondled. || Peak twat fashion. || So how was the funeral? || I question the footwear. || Firearms. || Feeling his chunkiness. || I feel we ought to have a word for this.
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See? Buttons.
We never reach peak twat; there is always worse to come.
He has needs.
Enough with this wrestling; it should be legal to use billy clubs–without warning.
Billy clubs, cattle prods, and duct tape. Lots of duct tape.
Conclusive proof that bow ties are evil.
So Chris Farley faked his death? He’s back?
‘Mental’ is a strong contender.
‘There was, alas, some screaming.‘
When your superheroes come from Temu
Thank you, David. *ping*
To keep you in gin and tonics in this hot weather.
Morning, all.
Bless you, sirs.
Should you, on a hot day, pass your beloved other the last ice-cream lolly to be had, on the understanding that said ice-cream lolly is intended for sharing, may you not become engrossed in reading blog comments and belatedly realise that said last ice-cream lolly has been reduced, with great efficiency, to a bare stick.
#TrueLifeDrama
Obstruction detected.
Not quite mastered.
Teachable moment?
Pinged!
Bless you, sir. May you own a steam iron with a cable that doesn’t kink or tangle such that it reaches only 70% of its original length, which was barely adequate even then.
It’s like a horror film.
Pretty much.
That was lovely.
And *ping*.
Labour MP for Wigan…
Yes, it’s a perfect instrument for the piece.
Bless you, madam. May your omelette mix be free of shell fragments.
Invokes free speech, retreats from debate, blocks comments and replies.
As so often, it’s the realisation that they’re such low-grade people.
There are four lights.
Women cops.
I may have to borrow that one.
Ping! 🍷
Bless you, sir. May your pears ripen exactly as stated on the packaging. Not six days afterwards, by which time the double chuffing cream has expired.
Band name.
This reminds me of a ridiculous trend a few years back when photographers would have photo sessions where the children would be seated in their finery, unaware that someone in a Grinch costume was sneaking up behind them. They’d get scared and somehow it was thought those pictures would be “cute.” Alas, theerafter many photographers received cease and desist letters from the estate of Theodor Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, for copyright violations.
For those of you following kickyball, the US overcame the Bosnia-Herzegovina team.
There was an attempt at fare evasion.
Somewhat related.
California always has the best foolproof ideas, truly the land of the future.
A brief discussion about heat.
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It’s missing the Salt n’ Pepper Shaker Museum in Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
May I offer y’all a respite from the summer heat with this image I made on Monday of one of the many cascades in the Great Smoky Mountains?
Suboptimal positioning.
It’s called the fentanyl fold.
Specialty museum: Museum of Purses and Bags, Amsterdam. Went in with my wife and it’s actually well done and quite fun.
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*Darwin has entered the chat*
One for yourself, barkeep.
All he needed was some fava beans and a fine Chianti
Chord progression of note resolving to A Maj.
Bless you, sir. Should friends borrow books from you, books that are now out of print, may they return them without being reminded three years later, which is embarrassing for all parties.
One evening, a few years ago, we inflicted a not dissimilar injury on a drunk.
By accident, I should add. Just so we’re clear.
We were driving down a large but unlit country road, at the speed limit, and encountered – quite alarmingly – a man in a black coat with the black hood pulled up, walking in the middle of the road, near a blind hill, directly in the path of where cars are likely to be, walking in the direction of traffic. Despite the existence of a perfectly usable pavement.
I think we either broke or dislocated his shoulder with a door mirror.
Had to take him to hospital. He was surprisingly cheerful, all things considered, and quite happy that we had sour jelly sweets. At first I assumed he was in shock, but it soon became clear that he wasn’t all there. One of the hospital staff mentioned that the chap was known to them and had been brought in before, more than once, following exactly the same behaviour.
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Pinged.
*ping*
Bless you, sirs. When filling a freezer drawer with a dozen portioned bags of chili for later consumption, may you remember to place a folded sheet of kitchen towel between each freezer bag, thereby preventing said bags from freezing together into one unwieldy, farcical mass.
🤔
Yes. My Wednesday poker game ended early when one of my neighbors ran out of money so…caught the second half of that. An absolutely ridiculous red card was handed out to an American player early in the half. The US had a 1-0 lead at the time but had to play the remaining 30 minutes (there was 10 minutes of “extra time”) with only 10 players against their 11. Still managed to score an insurance goal. B-H kinda sucked. They only got to the round of 32 on some new-ish wild card BS. Kinda got into it again as there wasn’t a lot of gay stuff being shoved in my face unlike the last non-golf sporty thing I watched…well except for the actual game…
vs. Belgium on Monday. USA initially was favored but last I looked the odds were even.
THAT ONE TIME.
Uh-huh.
Sure.
We know who’s out there terrorising the turnpikes.