You want one and you know it. || When the neighbours drop by. || Visitors of a different kind. || Dating decisions. || I gather this is what goes on in ladies’ fitting rooms. || A suitably ill-tempered guide to the Russian Revolution and its consequences – part 1, part 2, part 3. || Just like the knights of old. || Buffet nibbles. || His clicky nails. || Skillz. || It comes with a curing kit. || “Can I get it Tuesday?” she asked. Full video here. (h/t, pst314) || Disco clam. || Dance moves. || Martian wheels, stretchy metal. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Emotional journey. || Mystery solved. || Control panel of note. || The progressive retail experience, parts 472, 473, and 474. || A project for the weekend. || How to feel old. || Insufficiently aloft. || Indoor bees. || And finally, today’s word is subgenre.

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You may grip your chair arms now. || Competitive urination. || I believe it’s called spite. || A brief, salty guide to the French Revolution. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Five historical figures who were assassinated in the lavatory. || Somewhat related.  || The thrill of rubber. || The thrill of rubber 2. || Ruminations on the TARDIS doors. || Don’t fuck with grandpa. || “Best pizza of life.” || Opera patrons who find Mozart “traumatic” are advised to squeeze their toes. || Mansplaining periods. || “It made so much sense.” || When you’ve been severely educated. || A discovery is made. || Man wants truck not on lawn off his lawn. || And it was going so well. || Today’s word is girth. (NSFW) || They live on your face. || Stand back, a baby is happening. || And finally, I’m guessing it’s not her first rodeo.

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Bum seen, sparks fly. || Background figure detected. || The fairer sex. || Quiet, please, rationalisation in progress. || Bank robber brandishes gun, encounters teamwork. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Nommy-nommy-nom 2. || Neighbourly scenes. || An archive of ancient 78s. || Passengers of note. || Pizza delivery drama. || The progressive retail experience, parts 468, 469, 470, and 471. || Remember, dear reader, always respect the media. || A mystery presents itself. || Emotional rollercoaster. Sound on. || The thrill of rubber. || She’s a mental health counsellor and “wellness advocate.” || In technological news, a battle of wits. || His, frankly, is bigger than yours. || Incoming. || Hate crime. || How to watch fireworks. || And finally, a must-have for new parents everywhere.

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The mystery of his uneven bangs. || An interactive map of Mars. || Dad despairs, Mom remembers. || Done with mirrors. || “Toilet air could be smelly, but the concentrations of noxious gasses are pretty low.” || Super-light, non-fade structural colour. || Hotel California. || Kidney stones. || I’m seeing a lot of thongs. || The thrill of tree surgery. || A struggle with scenery. || The progressive retail experience, parts 465, 466, and 467. || Today’s word is perseverance. || Today’s other word is throughput. || Spot the tiny excavator. || A reminder that some people are just trash. || His day took a turn. || You know, I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here. || You want one and you know it. || Erotic washing. || And finally, in practical news, how to repel women.

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Bonus bounce. || His is bigger. || I bring you the arts. || Being overly curious. || Best not to, really. || The thrill of laundry. || In a gentleman’s colon, obviously. || Guys, you’re not helping. || Hair crisis. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || In case you were wondering. || I want one and so do you. || “Within walking distance” – Apollo 12, lightning strikes, and Playboy bunnies. || The progressive retail experience, parts 462, 463 and 464. || Always respect the media. || Pagbag. || I’m guessing some of you will have an opinion on this. || When you’re unaccustomed to consequences. || Direct hit. || I didn’t know this was a thing. || “Thank you.” || Two types of customer, or a lesson in the aforementioned consequences. || And finally, via Mark, the volume control interfaces you’ve always dreamed of.

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Rust of some significance. || The French being French. || The atmosphere of the Sun. || When you want to be at an angle. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. And yes, they survived. || One for the bargain hunters. || Our betters being better than us. || Washing instructions should always be read carefully. || Nesting materials. || At last, a dance music genre quiz. Can you sort the dubstep and glitch hop from the darkstep and post-dubstep? || It’s nice to be appreciated. || The progressive retail experience, parts 460 and 461. The second of which is pleasingly interrupted. || The pulp magazine archive. || A project for the weekend. || I’m guessing it’s not a good sign when the wheel comes off. || Mug retrieval of note. || “Zarkov invents a machine that makes Flash invisible.” || And finally, I think I’ll call him Chompers.

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As old as time, the awkward threesome. || You want one and you know it. || Broad daylight heist. || Happy ending. ||  Today her name is Horus. || “Emily is a woman,” says Dr Fielding. || Fatty Fatgirl and other fashion brands. || Because you demanded it, the thrill of women’s basketball. || On concept cars. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || A compendium of CT scans. || Cocaine cat and other tales. || Shuttlecock calibration. || Today’s word is predation. || She’s not driving, she’s travelling. || Temple of note. || Fresh milk with bits. || Bit much, really. || Nommy nommy nom. || That’s not what I was expecting. || Trampoline 2.0 || And finally, because you deserve it, a project for the weekend.

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I don’t want to rush you, but the ground is approaching. || Dissonant vibes. || Gritty crime drama. || Suboptimal scenario. (h/t, pst314) || A soap manufacturer speaks. || For those who dislike dusting. || Today’s word is inadvisable. || Throws like a girl. || How menfolk pass the time. || Crashing into the Moon. || With 47,000 amps and quite a big magnet. || You know, I’m not entirely sure what the plan was. || I didn’t know this was a job. || Also a job, it seems. || This is more of a hobby, possibly a sport. || Attention, all landlords, the tenant of your dreams. || Attention, all black men, a tempting offer. || Seen from inside. || Assorted rotating sandwiches. || And finally, good news for the big-footed transsexual.

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The dimensions of various things, from the Japanese Badger to Mr Auric Goldfinger. || Soyuz “Globus” mechanical navigation computer. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Today’s word is self-perception. || At last, a database of silhouettes. || Snack dispute of note. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Best not to, really. || Being all-woman, he wants to share his breasts with you. || Bagged one. || Blue Monday do-over. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. (h/t, Julia) || For when you’re cooking penguin eggs. || Routine irony #37. || News from Wales. || “You’ll wonder how you lived without it!” || Ditto this. || The hat was slowing him down. || Yes, do take notes, because it will be on the test. || “The length and rigidity of the arm is adjustable.” || An amphibious feat. || And finally, it’s the biggest one of those I’ve ever seen.

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Only the carpet was hurt. || The thrill of modern romance. || How to use your arms. || Hair crisis of note. || It’s called My Neighbour’s Car Alarm. || Dinosaur migration. || When you fancy a relaxing stroll. || Cooking utensil of note. || Playdough surgery, an educational series. || When teeth explode. || Sleep well, dear reader. || A pixelated journey to the centre of the Earth. || “Simulates the texture, elasticity and feel of a real nipple.” || Why aren’t you keeping track of my tedious pretensions? || Playing dress-up, the modern way. || Babysitting scenes. || A basis for deportation. || The body snatcher of Los Alamos, a Twentieth Century horror story. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Airbag jeans, $499. || And finally, and because you’re all thinking it, does it throb?

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