The little squirts of DOOM and other minor preoccupations of this philistine fin de siecle
Since we're doing something light & Summery, I've come up with an adequate tidbit to do the intro for you.
Ready ?
Here it is, coming crisp&clear, live&directly from the very teat of all stupidi :
Isn't she cute, thoughii ? Please, go ahead, explain how it all relates to her, she doesn't see, "maybe sometime in the past" &cetera.
The angles and inclines awaiting to be found upon this thin strip of land do greatly remind me of the hills and hillsides of my native land.
Maybe this particular god's own paradise manages to somehow avoid the sad fate of all the previous ones -- for I don't think Transylvania was ever as pretty as before.
Pretty rambunctious hillsides, also. It is not exactly uncommon for immense boulders to come thrundling through the implausibly suspensive roads here. The maintenance crews are doing the best they can, carefully manicuring endless miles of wilderness, but then it rains and all bets are off.
Mr. Elephantowel has a very urgert proposal!
Here's a thought : how long has it been since you've seen someone sneeze ?
And don't you miss it ?
Above : treats at SIBU coffee house in Uvita. Their tiramisu is quite excellent ; their coffee specialities ditto (try the fig coffee sometime, why not) ; the waitress quite cute not to mention most becomingly eager.
Below : a rare treat : the after shots. We totally destroyed that table, didn't we ?
And next time, your wife & daugther.
Above : Terraza Toscana in Escazu ; entirely the fuck deserted.
Below : "get in there, bitch!"
She's got it, doesn't she...
That's it for now ; mayhap see you again sometime, though odds are I won't be looking in your direction.
Because, after all, why the fuck would I ?!
———- I don't mean quora specifically is the very teat of all stupid by itself ; I mean the teat of stupidity in current phenomenology is one of these USGistani alt-"private" cvasi-corporations with "digital" assets. You know, like Stanford or the CDC, socialist state agencies.
This hasn't changed, by the way, back when a more limited set of morons were "building socialism" aka "a city on the hill" fiddy years ago, the socialist state agencies were also the true teat of all stupidity in the world. [↩]
- It's the end, you realise this. Do you ?
The French expresion captured in the title doesn't merely discuss a "turn of the century", as in the English vulgate. It rather contemplates an end of an epoch, of an era, of a way to mean and some means & ways, you know ?
Just consider : "travel", as the concept has reached you (to pick just one example out of a well supplied quiver) is really the extension out of all proportion of an upper class habit (of sending the scions for a Grand European Tour once in their life). Just like marriage, as the concept has reached you, also an extension out of all proportion of a property arrangement.
Before being something the young Duke of Whatever did (when he didn't actually prefer sending his slavegirls to take it up the ass for him), travel was actually the core of economic activity ; for a good five centuries Veneto, Portugal & co built their fortune (and, consequently, their fame, Leo di San Marco y compris) out of precisely this, biddle upon the ship and sail-ho!
If you think about it, isn't this sort of pleasure travel, as the dying ember of the erstwhile commercial travel, really the logical continuation of a typically anti-dumbcunt activity (namely, rape and pillage) ? Wouldn't it be a lot better if everyone just stayed the fuck home ? What do you think the dumb lazy fat cunt thinks, how do you expect her reptillian brain sees the question ?
Instagram-"travel" should be enough for anyone (that's not sketch-shady -- or worse), wouldn't you say. Aren't you proud to be part (or rather, parcel) of the matriarchy's cheloid mass ? [↩]
Saturday, 9 May 2020
PS/A (meaning, post scriptum and/or public service announcement) : if your viewport's set the right size, you can just scroll through the picture list with your trusty PgDn key (aka page down) and watch the girl sneeze animatedly! Like the early movies! WOOT!
Saturday, 9 May 2020
Hoily god MP.
The page also delivers:
Complete with old Romanian bity short-perm hair (though the color's missing, where's your purple hairdye bitch!) and eeeeeverything. I shot her an email, who knows, maybe she benefits.
Saturday, 9 May 2020
O yeah ? Who did you talk to, Tamar Weinberg, Chief Strategy Officer ? Or was it Shawn Hessinger, Executive Editor ?
Fucking hysterical, "CEO and Publisher", publishing what the fuck exactly, her myspace page ? This is indeed as fine an exercise in "fake it till... hey Shawn ? Tamar ? What came after faking it, do either of you recall ???" as could ever be had anywhere. For twenty
Sadly enough as it turns out, calling your shoes Shawn and Tamar falls a shade short of hiring an editor (whose name may even happen to be Shawn) or an actual strategist (whose name generally won't be fucking "Tamar", because this isn't TV) in a very small sort of way : when you ask the baptised shoes there's no answer forthcoming ; but that's really quite alright, seeing how no dumb cunt's ever looking for much in the way of answers anyway, let alone ready to accept or capable of using anything like that past all the dumb cunt internal noise.
Saturday, 9 May 2020
What the fuck is she holding is what I want to know
Is that lube?
Saturday, 9 May 2020
Hey, can I have links in my name? Oh, right, dumb question, there's an actual place in the form for it. Duh.
But to answer the question: I talked to both of them!
Saturday, 9 May 2020
@dude Not only is it vaseline, but the brand name's BALEA, which is moderately funny in some language spaces.
@longass name Gownspeed!
Saturday, 9 May 2020
Proof you actually did go to Germany, low key dm store brand lube in Central America jungle setting. Smooth.
Saturday, 9 May 2020
Just lik'a silk'a...
Except for the part where a naked girl's holding it ; if that's low key we have some other things coming.