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Keep up the good work, barkeep. PING
Bless you, madam. Should you visit a B&Q store in search of two small plant pots, and therefore deem a trolley unnecessary, may you not end up hauling a 30kg bag of compost.
PING!
Still catching up on 17 years.
P.S. Tip jar hit.
There are, I think, things worth poking at in the archives. The posts I’m most pleased with get included in the Reheated series, a sort-of Greatest Hits.
Bless you, sirs. May your newly ordered long-handled coffee scoop not prove to be slightly too long-handled for the coffee container in which it was intended to sit.
#TrueStory #RealTearsWereShed
Wanye Burkett, here, responding to this.
Ping!
Same here.
Mr T, your tip jar has been hit.
Bless you, madam, and bless you, sir. May your robotic vacuum cleaner not become ensnarled among the cables under the sofa, resulting in much drama and loud, salty language.
Made a contribution to your Blog Preservation Fund. Hope that clears my bar tab. 🙂
Happy to help keep the lights on. Tip jar pinged.
Bless you, sirs. Should you be obliged to watch a Star Trek film, may it be The Undiscovered Country, not Insurrection.
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Have you memorised her pronoun bracelet colours?
They change, of course. Several times a day.
After all, she wouldn’t want anyone’s attention to wander from her to something else for more than a few minutes.
Have you memorised her pronoun bracelet colours?
Yes, sodoff/twit.
Hamster urine spray bottle comes to mind.
Not saying “it’s Feds” … but it’s Feds.
Ker-ching!
Buy yourself something nice.
“its feds”: at an actual conservative protest or rally, it is dominated by middle-aged men with a big belly, lots of beards, totally random clothing. Even the Proud Boys (when they existed) did not wear khaki uniforms. Or masks. Do they want to get found out?
You are my people.
Don’t we already have Ubers, taxis, etc?
Consider your tip jar pinged, barkeep.
They also don’t seem to do anything outside of these brief marches.
They don’t show up to protest anything and get in brawls.
They’d be joining in on the persecution of the Jews.
They’d be making nasty videos and infesting social media and being loud-mouthed nuisances.
Check out this definitive list.
Ms Auken and her struggles to comprehend the obvious have been mentioned here recently. We’re told by Ms Auken that in her utopian fantasies, the fantasies she wishes to impose on others, “I don’t own anything. I don’t own a car. I don’t own a house. I don’t own any appliances or any clothes.”
Ms Auken, needless to say, is quite well-heeled.
Bless you, sirs. May you not hear a knock at the door while halfway through shaving.
[ Flicks through catalogue of bejewelled porcelain shoes. ]
Joe Biden trying to explain the difference between tangerines and oranges.
Satire is impossible.
When piety, like so much else, is a skin-suit.
Also, the oversize compost bag was wet and not easy to grip, adding to the complication – and the muttered epithets. The manly reluctance to rethink the whole trolley idea resulted in determined grunting and, eventually, a suggestion that we head for the checkouts quite briskly.
MAN HUNT ELEPHANT. MAN BUY COMPOST.
*hits tip jar, rubs chest*
Heh. Bless you, sir. May your boots never develop a tiny but irritating squeak.
from the link:
Easy and fun. “Easy” ignores all the real world problems with communal property. “Fun” is just something she pulled out of her commie ass, possibly after watching too many “I’d like to teach the world to sing” ads for Coca-Cola.
That reminds me: Some zoos sell composted exotic animal poop. I have no idea of lion and tiger poop make superior fertilizer, but some gardeners are willing to pay a premium price.
Millionaire socialists: You don’t hate them enough. You think you do, but you don’t.
What’s interesting, I think, is the casual unrealism, the seeming obliviousness – the failure to address glaringly obvious objections. As if such details had never crossed her mind, or been raised, even tentatively, by anyone in her orbit.
Ping!
I’m sure it’s true that she chooses to associate only with like-minded lunatics.
But I’m also sure that these leftists also work hard to banish all doubts from their minds so that they can project absolute certainty while lecturing us.
To the communal potato farms with them!
Pinged.
Bless you, sirs. May your other half share your dislike of being late.
I laughed and I’m not sorry. The cognitive dissonance is quite a thing.
Apparently, trans women are definitely women, absolutely so – this is asserted indignantly – but if you assume that the woman saying this may herself be a trans woman, then she gets quite upset: “You thought I was a man.”
The morons’ quest for status never ends.
[ Sprays tip jar with cheap perfume, adds fairy lights. ]
Every new parent needs one of these.
That’s… magnificent.
[ Orders five. ]
“Bless you, sirs. May your other half share your dislike of being late.”
Happily, she does. Sadly, she lacks the time-appreciation skills that would put her in the car early enough that we leave on time and NOT be late… { – insert sad-face emoji here – }
Consider yourself *pinged*. 👍
Bless you, sir. Should you visit the dentist for a routine check-up, may the plaque discloser – the tablet of shame – reveal only the most minimal of sins. (And may you remember to rinse off the unsightly purple dye before you leave the dentist and head for the nearby shops, smiling in triumph.)
That’s still a thing? I haven’t encountered it since childhood.
Oh yes. As my dentist is quite chatty, it’s easy to get distracted and forget to rinse it off. Luckily, I remembered at the last minute, thus sparing myself the indignity of walking around, obliviously, with purple teeth.
That alone was worth a couple of quid.
PING!
Bless you, sirs. Should you return, one Sunday afternoon, from a hearty pub lunch and decide to sneak in a crafty afternoon nap, may your neighbour not choose that precise moment to fire up the world’s loudest lawn mower.
[ Strokes gratuitously enormous bag of compost. ]
White male supremacy, or something.
John Dunn; one white and 48 Zulu wives, 117 children
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Robert_Dunn
Found on Tim Worstall’s page
For the trans people, it seems such a futile quest. If you are XX and take T, you will still be 5 ft 1 in tall, with a slight build and a feminine face. A beard will not make you look manly.
For the XY, on hormones you will still lack a uterus, have a man’s face and build and big hands.
You will end up being the ugly and odd looking members of your preferred “gender” –and yet, they want affirmation. Constantly. It would be comical if it wasn’t so sad.
Here?
The rewriting of history just goes on and on…
What was the expression for commies: The future is known, it is the past that keeps changing.
Presumably, we’re supposed to imagine that the Current Moment is all that exists, in every direction. All that has ever existed. On these Anglo-Saxon islands.
And if the producers’ rationale is that ethnic minorities will not be interested in a drama depicting the history of the country to which they or their parents have moved if said drama is demographically accurate, historically accurate, then I’d suggest that says much about those who feel that way, and no-one else.
Witch detected.
Pinged!
Should keep the lights on for a bit longer.
Bless you, madam, and bless you, sir. May your stylish new shirt not be an utter cow to iron.
One more time. Drag them by the eyelids.
Run them over & bill the estate for cleaning your wheels.
Not unfair, I think.
Further to this.
Today in Racism!™: The Great Salt Lake.
No, seriously. Exposure to dust up to 32 micrograms/square meter (yes, micrograms) will have a greater effect on POCs and Pacific Islanders more than wypipo because reasons.
2.4 micrograms! They might as well force feed them Chernobyl coolant water!
How or why there is this dastardly difference for some mysterious reason is never explained.
Pinged
“We have to win all the things!”
Bless you, sir. May dust never gather on your sofa arms.
Much more effective target for our precious hamster urine.
Is she having some kind of episode?
Well, some are comparing it to an episode of The Office.
A reminder that a well-placed nuclear warhead can do much good.
Three black thugs eligible for death penalty in murder of New Zealand tourist.
Where do all these sociopathic black people come from? It’s a mystery.
An odor of mendacity and Depends
“Laws against child rape disproportionately affect the LGBTQ community.”
What an odd thing to say.
Where do all these sociopathic black people come from? It’s a mystery.
Nonsense, Chicago’s mayor has it doped out – Richard Nixon.
Speaking of mayors, the mayor of NYC discovers a breakthrough in trash collection.
Top. Men.
I do wonder why NYC has lagged so far behind. But given who runs the city, I have a sneaking suspicion there might be ulterior motives.
NYC trash: we have had bins like this that the truck can pick up for maybe 15 years for residential. Before that your trash had to be in trash cans. The idea of trash bags just loose on the street….unbelievable.
Not if you’re trying to diddle kids.
What an odd thing to say.
What Aelfheld said, also opposition on behalf of “The Felony Murder Elimination Project”.
The California rule being that if you murder someone, assist in a murder, or murder a cop, or do any of those while committing another felony, you can be sent up for life without parole.
How “draconian”. I guess next they will want misdemeanor murder, punishable by community service (which I wouldn’t put past California).
I assume that the Great Salt Lake is racist because the people living closest to the lake (in Salt Lake County) are the poorest, but if you go up one county (Davis) then the income levels rise and the distance between the lake and the mountains narrows quite a bit. Because living on the benches (foothills) is high-status.
(They’re called benches because the GSL is what’s left of an enormous pluvial lake that existed during the last ice age. As its levels rose and fell, the lake left distinctive shore lines along the mountains. People build their houses up there when they have money.)
Back in 1975, in the middle of a multi-year drought (while global temps fell), National Geographic did a story about how the lake, alas, may evaporate for good.
Then in 1981-83 we got enormous amounts of snow in the mountains, and the spring runoff was so voluminous, Salt Lake had to convert a few of the east-west streets into rivers (using sandbags). The GSL, being an enormous puddle, doubled in area, flooding surrounding farmland.
There were actually fish in the lake, the water was so diluted.
So they’re doing the hand-wringing again, despite the fact that 2022-23 brought more snow to the mountains than 1982-83.
IT’S CYCLICAL, PEOPLE. IT’S WORSE IF THE LAKE LEVEL RISES TOO MUCH.
Imagine if it returned to the same level as 10,000 years ago. THAT’s the scenario that would worry me.
Also, I live down-wind from the GSL, so I’m at risk along with the rest of them. Pffft.
which starts with:
NGL that’s a pretty good line.
LOL. And ping.
Bless you, madam. May you still be mildly pleased by your new towels, even several weeks after buying them.
Abusive mother gets called on bullshit, films self crying.
Some people don’t get the parents they deserve.
Also PING.
Indeed. It’s an example of what I had in mind here, in the previous thread, when I mentioned that a friend had asked whether we – she and I – are just getting old and set in our ways, or whether our civilisation really is heading into quite peculiar territory.
And so, an unhinged woman picks up her phone, opens TikTok, types a caption declaring some contrived victimhood, adds music, then begins her Theatre Of Sobbing, thereby fishing for sympathy and affirmation from strangers on the internet.
It is rather odd behaviour.
I mean, dear God, imagine that this weird, messed-up person is your mother, a supposed exemplar of adulthood.
Bless you, madam. When visiting relatives who live in a small and charming village, may their Wi-Fi be much better than it was the last time you visited.
Thumb dysphoria.
That is all.
There was a sixties novel about a girl with huge thumbs. But cry and ask a surgeon to remove them; she used them for hitchhiking.
Best reply.
That was one of Seinfeld‘s funnier gags.
Correction: But instead of crying and asking a surgeon to remove or “fix” them…
Moral: Don’t comment while still half asleep.
In Finland, white leftists make dance video to tell “migrant” men not to rape women.
Having made taboo and publicly unthinkable any realistic solution, even a realistic acknowledgement of the problem, I suppose you’re going to see a lot of bizarre and utterly futile displacement activity.
I doubt they’d be happy to process their own culpability as so-called progressives – i.e., that it was foolhardy of them, indeed inexcusable, to invite large numbers of savages into their formerly peaceful and cohesive society, and for them to denounce as bigots those who pointed out the clearly foreseeable problems.
Problems that now inspire them to perform absurd don’t-rape-me dances.