Did you just try to smell your own elbow?
You Can’t Smell Your Own Elbow
Category: Humor
Grocer Nan Won’t Step Foot In Polly’s Trippy Kitchen
These fake Latuda smiles are not exactly winning endorsements for the enticingly-named Congoleum product. They look more like they’re remembering an old flame, the one that got away. Who can say? But we CAN safely assume this is a tee-totaling home. A couple whiskeys and this tile does not a good pair make. Every day is a hallucination in Polly’s kitchen! Actually, Prohibition was in effect, so the liquor was probably in the cellar. Americans were sober and their pockets were empty.
Two years later, old floors still posed problems. Fortunately, Muriel found a way to fix it.
Before islands existed, folks tossed a table in the kitchen and called it eat-in dining. I like how the couples are having separate conversations three feet apart. You think Edward and Henry even NOTICED that Muriel changed the tile? Fat chance. Drinking is legal now, and it is SO ON. Edward and Henry have hooch on the brain and hooch only. Meanwhile, Muriel is sitting on the table, assessing her new flooring. I think she’s having second thoughts, now that she sees how it clashes with Nora’s orange striped dress. In fact, I think Muriel is playing the quicksand game and avoiding contact entirely. And why is she dressed for a funeral?
At least her little green squares were preferable to this muddy brown zigzag hot mess. I imagine it disguised dirt well but I’m getting a migraine just looking at it. And such a shame with an otherwise upbeat kitchen!
Did your grandparents have tile like this? Did you make up games to walk on it?
Reasons For Migraines
These ladies of Riomaggiore chill by the train tracks, waiting for the train to take them to La Spezia to peddle their crates of table grapes (for eating, not winemaking).
I don’t carry anything on my head but a hat or sunglasses, and neither requires balance.
Not so for bananas. What if you have to sneeze? Or someone yells your name? Or you have a sudden urge to dab?
That’s just bananas. But not nearly as bananas as THIS.
I don’t get it.
Just Keep Rowing, Just Keep Rowing
When Your Dryer Has A Faulty Belt And It Sounds Like It’s Functioning Normally, But The Drum Of Wet Clothes Won’t Spin So Plan B
A serviceman gazes up at mostly-white skivvies drying in the warm Genoan sun as he steadily climbs upward in the Truogoli di Santa Brigida. Due to a shortage of space, Genoan buildings grow upward.
Incidentally, the quiet nook of Truogoli di Santa Brigida receives a 4.5 out of 5 stars on TripAdvisor.
One reviewer said, “ジェノバ・プリンチペ駅から王宮へ向かって道を下る途中、王宮手前の右手に路地へ入っていく場所がある。 この様に口コミサイ…” which means “much fun party!” No, I don’t know what that says.
Another review read, “Reliable local simple and tasty cuisine, in a beautiful and typical square of the historic center of Genoa, just behind the Royal Palace of Via Balbi. Among the first great typical ravioli Genoese touch and fresh pasta, good also with meat, often cooked according to traditional recipes from Liguria (rabbit, roast), plus a few fast and light dish like octopus with vegetables. Discrete bottled wines, excellent quality/price ratio.”
Makes one wonder if the laundry drying in the Italian sun would smell “linen fresh” or ripe with hints of game and basil…
Where My Middle-Aged Drinkers At?
Oh, there they are–in full force, ready for game day, celebrating the ol’ alma mater.
In 1979, the legal drinking age in Texas was 18, having been lowered from 21 in 1973 due to anti-war protesters, which meant every single student at the University of Texas could freely partake of ale. And some started honing their hoarding tendencies early. “Two. Cans. For Ev. Ery. Girrrrrrl…”
The blonde in the sheepskin coat has Mackenzie Phillips’s mouth. I’m just saying.
Did you ever watch her on One Day At A Time? She was the bad daughter of the divorced mom, and Valerie Bertinelli was the good one. Valerie looks AMAZING now as the judge on Food Network’s Kid’s Baking Championship. She’s so kind and encouraging. I want to hang out with her. What are we talking about again?
Aha! Drinking in 1979! And what do you suppose happened here?
Methinks a visored lady (named Virginia?) suddenly appeared on the back of his motorcycle, offering a koozie-chilled beer to the driver. Yes, Virginia, he’s flummoxed.
It’s probably for the best that it’s age 21 now. By the way, 21 is the highest minimum drinking age that exists. Here’s the MDA worldwide.
I didn’t realize 16 countries banned drinking altogether: Afghanistan, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Brunei Darussalam, Iran, Kuwait, Libya, Maldives, Mauritania, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Sudan, United Arab Emirates, and Yemen. I had no idea! Have you ever visited a country with no drinking age (like Bolivia or China) or a complete restriction?
Karate Kid Mimes Eating Oatmeal While Learning To Let His Fingers Do The Walking
You remember how to let your fingers do the walking, don’t you?
Creation Isn’t Random Because Monkey Orchids
And I’m pretty certain they don’t evolve into human orchids.
Let Me Show You The Door
I found this little nugget in a new-to-me yearbook (that reeks of cigarette smoke and has little torn football ticket halves inside) this morning. Every bit of it makes me smile. The dark-bearded fellow in the floral shirt evokes the (not-then-yet released) movie Urban Cowboy. The fellow in crimson and cream is clearly the aggressor, perhaps Bud-induced, and his failure to don a belt makes me cringe. Beltless jeans make me crazy.
The towheaded guy in orange reminds me of a younger (perhaps more Appalachian) Terry Bradshaw.
Bradshaw Fun Fact: Dallas Cowboys’ linebacker “Hollywood Henderson” infamously said Bradshaw “couldn’t spell ‘cat’ if you spotted him the ‘c’ and the ‘t.'” OUCH.
Yes, We Have Huge Bananas
Banana Burt and Lil pose in snazzy white trousers (who knows? maybe they were yellow…) at the Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts Dairy Queen in 1950. Forget the dilly bar; I’d rather drink a banana. 16 oz for a quarter? Sign me up!
Sad that you can’t spend the day with a huge banana these days? Well, check out this car made in Michigan.
Now you don’t need a BMW or Mercedes to get attention that you lacked in childhood; roll up in this tube of yellow and make others green with envy! And it never goes rotten.
She Got The Goldmine, He Got The English Springer Spaniel
If You Could Read My Mind, Love
I Don't Get It 