I’m Sensing Unrest
Beneath The Planet Of the Bedlamites

Friday Ephemera

Kitchen scenes. (h/t, Damian) || Teeny tiny drama. || Daring daylight heist. || Those adorable fluffballs. || Floral jelly cake. You heard me. || Not fiddlesome at all, these origami masks. || Their prangs and mishaps were way worse than yours. || Question asked. || Consequences. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Medical advice of note. || Somewhat embarrassing. || Bending light. || The thrill of yeast. || She had one of these and way before you. || At last, an alternative to bug spray. || Dining of note. || Good deed detected. || Their antique rapatronic camera is better than yours. || Pineapple is racist and oppressive. || At last, a UV phone sanitiser. || Fox chortling. (h/t, Darleen) || And finally, via sk60, heroic doings.



I think this individual would do best to order a bespoke one.

Whatever it is, I think it’s broken.

Steve E

Go for a ride? Come on, let's go for a ride.



More insanity (or would that be degeneracy?) from the link Trevor posted.

Richard Cranium

@pst314, that wouldn't be anything that I'd want at my funeral. It could well be the case that the person being buried would have been extraordinarily happy if that had happened while the deceased were nonetheless alive.

To be honest, I'd be happy with a requirement that people who knew me refrain from fertilizing the grass over my grave until after my spouse hasn't visited said grave for a couple of months.


Richard, I'm not going to try to be "understanding" and "tolerant". That funeral was clearly the product of a depraved ghetto culture.

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