mods are asleep post fasthonk
Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam slap and punch megapost! When possible I took the screenshot when the blow was connecting. I'm not done yet, 29 episodes to go on this re-watch.
July 2021: Prime Minister Scott Morrison uses a radio appearance to announce, unprompted, that he had not soiled himself at a Sydney McDonalds in 1997.
The denial followed months of circulating rumours about the event across the press and social media, which had seen the location of the restaurant 'Engadine' become shorthand for the Prime Minister.
The event was commemorated by a plaque installed outside the infamous "Engadine Maccas", which quickly became a tourist drawcard.
The restaurant was once again in the headlines in 2022, after hundreds of revellers turned up to celebrate Scott Morrison's loss in the federal election, with 15,000 pledging to attend on Facebook.
deepleffen's tweets have done irreparable damage to my vocabulary, but this one is engraved especially deep in my brain
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They built the world’s largest salad. The whole thing was set up in a park about an hour away from our home so my wife Diane convinced me that it might be fun to go see it.
“Deb and Gary are going this afternoon and so I thought we’d ride over there with them.”
“Will there be any left?”
“Oh, it’s not to eat,” said Diane. “It’s like an art piece. The Guinness World Records people will be there.”
On the way over, I started to talk about a Cobb salad I had at this place near my office that was pretty big.
“I usually eat only about half of it.”
“Well, I’m sure this one is much bigger than that,” said Gary.
“Jesus Christ, Gary. I wasn’t implying that I thought the Cobb salad I had was bigger than this salad. It’s just that all of this giant salad business has me thinking about large salads I’ve had before. God!”
“It was a joke,” said Gary. “Calm down.”
But I could tell from the muscles in his face that Gary was lying. Deb quickly chimed in with a request to hear about more of the big salads I’d had, but I was over it. The mood had been ruined.
“Forget it,” I said. “Let’s just get this thing over with.”
The salad was huge. According to a series of laminated signs, we learned that all of the produce had come by way of donations from local farmers and then a college in New York had commissioned a handful of artists to construct a gigantic ceramic bowl to put everything in.
We took pictures and afterwards I bought a t-shirt at the gift shop. It was powder blue with a graphic of the gigantic salad pasted right on the front. On the back was the date and city.
In the car, Gary said that the salad on my t-shirt just looked like a regular-sized salad.
“Bullshit,” I said. “It’s huge.”
“Well maybe it’s huge because you know that it’s huge,” said Diane. “But to someone who doesn’t know what it is, I can see how it looks like a regular salad.”
I looked at it again and realized that they were right. How could I have allowed myself to be seduced by the context of such a limited reality? The only place a gigantic salad can truly exist is sitting there right in front of you! Even photos were a stretch. I stifled my anger and humiliation with short breaths and concentrated on the scenery so as not to rip the t-shirt in half in a blind rage.
Gary had made me look like a fool twice in a span of mere hours and I desperately needed to restore balance. That night, I sat in my study and replayed the day’s events in my mind. Surely, Gary had to have slipped up somewhere and said or done something dumb.
“Diane,” I said. “Wake up.”
“God, what time is it?”
“Remember when we first saw the salad? Remember what Gary said?”
“I don’t know.”
“He said that the salad was so big, that he’d need a pitchfork to eat it! Remember?”
She thought about it. “I guess. I really don’t remember.”
“He did say it! Ha! What an idiot!”
I clapped my hands together.
“Because, Diane. The ingredients were standard-sized ingredients. It was only the salad itself that was huge.”
“So.”
“So why the pitchfork?! Does Gary suddenly have a gigantic head with such a gigantic mouth that a regular fork won’t do? God, he’s so stupid! Isn’t he stupid, Diane?”
“I don’t know what your problem is with Gary.”
“I don’t have a problem with Gary! I just have a problem with an idiot who thinks that large portions automatically correlate with large utensils. I mean, Christ Diane! What an idiot!”
I could see that my wife wanted me to leave, but I wasn’t done yet.
“Why, that would be like thinking that…” I paused, a grin plastered to my face, and tried to think of a similar example containing both a large food item and another large utensil. But it wouldn’t come to me.
“It would be like what?” asked Diane.
“Nothing! I’ll think of it later.”
In the early hours of the morning, Gary was awakened by an anonymous phone call from the payphone outside of a nearby liquor store.
“Hello?”
“If someone gave you a gigantic sundae, you’d probably try to eat it with a snow shovel!”
Click.
There's a somewhat-radical policy proposal in corporate governance called the "corporate death penalty" whereby the government would be able to forcefully dissolve a company when it has knowingly and repeatedly committed severe wrongdoing
Anyway that should have been done to Fall Out Boy sometime in the mid-2010s
The first person to invent one of these things that isn't totally fucking useless is going to get sucked silly every day by me, personally
the delivery, the lil bit of breaking at her own jokes at the end of each one, god it's so on tone
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so i used to work at death guild, the longest running west coast goth club and possibly the oldest goth club in the country at this point, which was/is famous for running the Thunderdome at Burning Man which was exactly what it sounds like:
now the Thunderdome/Death Guild crew, i have been told, was respected for putting on a fun camp, but had a semi-eyerolly reputation as taking themselves and their gothness somewhat over-seriously at what is essentially a hippie/tech bro event, and one year one of the rival camps, and i swear to god i can’t remember who claimed credit for this, scaled the dome in the middle of the unsupervised part of the day and installed a new sign:
Cohost is pretty good but there's only like two Posters so you see the same thing reblogged 18 times in a row
