Artwork from Simon Stålenhag is fascinating, but this just got me laughing.
100% recycled toilet paper…recycled from what?
Cat jumps on dinner table.
Wife: “Oh, you want something, eh? Well, I want world peace and universal healthcare, but I think we’re both going to be disappointed.”
You want random? Here’s some random for you.
Ah, Stallone’s legendary “porn” film. Supposedly, it wasn’t filmed as hardcore, but rumors exist that there was originally a hardcore version. There are also rumors that later XXX versions featured “insert” shots performed by others than the original cast. (I’ve seen this done with Herbert Lom in Jess Franco’s Women In Prison film 99 Women. It was a tad surreal.)
Stallone claims that Party at Kitty and Stud’s is a really lousy film, but I bet he’s done worse.
Gets better the further you read it.
[He said he] would find other ways to pass the time while at home.
“I’m actually getting a lot of work done,” he said. “Working remotely is not that bad. We are also renovating our house, so I am building shelves, making furniture and doing some tiling.”
He should probably stick to astrophysics.
Needless to say I am not going to play with the magnets any more.
Any bets on what he does improperly insert into an orifice in the coming weeks?
Certainly should avoid electronics if he entirely scrapped a project idea just because of an inverted signal.
And magnets. Should definitely avoid magnets.
Provably intelligent people sometimes do really stupid things.
Swans. It says so right on the package.
… sorts of odd topics. The oddest of these would probably be the passage where Rabelais recommends a goose’s neck as an ideal alternative to toilet paper.
“But, to conclude, I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose, that is well downed, if you hold her head betwixt your legs. And believe me therein upon mine honour, for you will thereby feel in your nockhole a most wonderful pleasure, both in regard of the softness of the said down and of the temporate heat of the goose, which is easily communicated to the bum-gut and the rest the inwards, in so far as to come even to the regions of the heart and brains.”
I remembered it as a swan but turns out it was a goose.
That’s why geese are just filled with hate.
. . . but can’t stop themselves from instinctively goosing you.
I’ve seen goose bites. Awful lot of places down there I would not want to experience a goose bite.
Honk.