

You Can Call Me Cocaine.
Astral Weeks
You Can Call Me Cocaine.
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt.
Nitrile, thickness ½ mm, should last you about an hour.
“Why so serious?”
It’s Swiss. That whole awful concept has its own website.
* palate
I just had flashbacks to Yahoo’s “Babel Fish” and its lousy translations.
The school books say it can’t be here again.
Wasting a lot of time on “explaining things” is an excellent indicator of overstaffing.
Which is completely orthogonal to the question of remote work or not.
Motion to bring back the girdle book.
My city has a store with furniture like that. Also, lots of figurines of all sizes depicting totally nude mermaids, elves, whatever. #justeuropethings
They procure it mainly from thirld-world countries, though, and it seems to be made exclusively of bronze, cast iron, ebony, and cadmium.
A sturdy collar, too. I know the story of a guy who bled to death in mere minutes after taking a single piece of shrapnel to the neck.
Butterface mermaid
Very nice.
But can you sit like that for four weeks on end?
This kills the sperm.
(No, seriously, heat does that)
Here’s hoping that some USB flavors will be phased out, but then again, fucking TIFF is still around, so…
New lyrics to The Beatles’ “Come Together” just dropped.
Israel might bulldoze Gaza and maybe a few Mashriq countries, but it would suffocate on Iran. That’s a fucking big country.
The oddly specific “$6 pizza” didn’t give it away?