Friday Ephemera (804)
Coming through. || Rocking and bobbing. || Revealed at last, why women take so long in the bathroom. || Lube. || Concerning lung balsam. || Defend yourself with jazz chords. || On Medieval cats. || Moving house, 1965. || I’m tempting you with art. || I’m sure you’re feeling at ease now. || A series of events. || “What’s up whit-choo?” she asks. || Not for chewing, amazingly. || You want one and you know it. || He’s helping the world, you see, with induced meat allergies. || Question asked, taser deployed. || The application of quite nippy pressurised gas. || The secret history of British radar. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || He built a machine that makes rock spheres. || Can you make a jetpack out of rifles? || Hydraulic and hefty. || Fear not, I’ve ordered you a pair. || And finally, on the finding out part.
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Tempting me to arrange an intervention.
Thank God I am not under social pressure to praise that shit just because it’s being perpetrated by a coworker or acquaintance.
A taser might be an effective deterrent to interpretive dance.
Why do you never order me this pair?
No, you’re not.
Lemony Snicket unavailable for comment.
Heh. But I’ll comment: the bikers were reckless fools.
Should someone help the world by giving him an allergy to all proteins and carbohydrates?
Inside an external HDD
I was thinking O2.
You can say anything you want as long as you don’t say anything at all.
SWALK