That’s le oups.
L’oups?
Wolves?
I thought their word was merde.
Quand “le oops” ne suffit pas.
Well I’m not putting THAT against my eye!
There was a Merde Gift Shop in Salt Lake City back the ‘80s.
(I’ve wondered why for literally decades and just now figured it out. We thought it was joke, but probably just a ballet store, I guess. Thank you Google.)
Forgot to explain—apparently dancers say merde for good luck. I guess saying break a leg Is a no no.
I’ve worked at and been on the board of a few dance companies. One of them came up with their own saying: “shit on your broken leg”.
Dancer humor, what can I say?!!
The little feathery-looking plant with no buds or blooms on it is a coreopsis that a friend gave me a week or so ago and I just got around planting a day or so ago. The other flowers are roses my mom brought over from Detroit and planted when we moved to this house in 1990. I think the pink one is American Heritage, but I’m not sure; the gold one is Medallion.
Thread…
Quothe the raven, “I’m just trying to have a civil discussion here.”
I have no link, but I think this originated on Reddit as The Four Horsemen or Four Norsemen of the Apocalypse.
What’s so sad is that alt-right basement-dwellers look at these guys and see, like a hot woman, something unattainable. They start with no self respect at all. The small arrogance of self-satisfaction after an accomplishment isn’t enough so they are ever a nothing individual—yet ready to unload their worst in return for a mildly depressing setback.
If they had better options, a few would figure it out and that would reduce the number and level of harm to their victims.
to bring things back to a little more random and silly…
OK, these last four made my day!