Friday Ephemera (830)
O ko lo ko. || It glows, it grows. || All the girls will go loca. || Just like grandma used to. || Sticky, licky, salty treat. || The cars of San Diego, 1970s. || A collection of dental training heads. || “That was my dad’s cross-dressing time…” || The ominous creaking would be a big help. || Scritching apparatus. || Place-in-food-chain negotiation. || Place-in-food-chain negotiation 2. || Not teeth, it turns out. || In moist towelette news, these are some of these. || Meanwhile. || On migrants and merit. || Roy Rothery’s machines, 1970. || Intriguing steam-and-noise combo. || Bingo babe. || You’re gonna need a bigger coat. || She finds you exhausting. || The Ogmios School of Zen Motoring, episode 10. || Fare-jumping lifeforms. || And finally, a collection of lost and found cassette tapes with intact audio.
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The future is … wet.
Yes, this will be on the test.
Sticky, licky, salty treat.
After the 3 preceding that one I almost didn’t click it. Glad I did.
This right here is precisely why you don’t watch Batman (the tv version) on acid after eating kimchi. But do the young punks listen when you try to tell them this? Obviously not.
Nope, nope, nope.