Friday Ephemera (797)

When Karens collide. || Carelessness. || He’s a butterfly. || I’m sure the blue hair is entirely unrelated. || A breakthrough in butter spreading. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || A philosopher speaks. || Hair salon scenes. || Ladies, she will take him. || “It’s so amazing to buy tampons,” says he. || She can’t get her doctor to put on a mask. || Meat. || Mortified. || Coin operated mortuary automaton. || The contraptions of Dr Kellogg. || I have questions. || He works in a gas station. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || The little, little kids. || It’s scholarly and profound, but you mustn’t look at it. || Also scholarly – and taxpayer funded. || 69p. || Parking is hard. || He teleported. || A preference for tidiness. || To put you in a festive mood. || The years just fell away. || Less effort than walking. || And when an outside loo just won’t do, 1967.

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