Reposted by Phil Rees
Highlighting the speaker who stood in front of the Surprise mayor and told him to consider what the Mayor of Ohrdruf must’ve thought before he died by suicide: “He might have thought ‘how is this my fault I had no jurisdiction over this’ maybe he said ‘this site was not subject to local zoning.’”
February 4, 2026 at 6:43 AM
Highlighting the speaker who stood in front of the Surprise mayor and told him to consider what the Mayor of Ohrdruf must’ve thought before he died by suicide: “He might have thought ‘how is this my fault I had no jurisdiction over this’ maybe he said ‘this site was not subject to local zoning.’”
"like a Womble that’s just been chased out of a boulangerie following a misunderstanding over an eclair"
Lovely
Lovely
November 29, 2025 at 10:36 AM
"like a Womble that’s just been chased out of a boulangerie following a misunderstanding over an eclair"
Lovely
Lovely
Reposted by Phil Rees
for some added context; this painting was of Picasso’s underaged muse
July 24, 2025 at 3:18 AM
for some added context; this painting was of Picasso’s underaged muse
Not British, but Twin Peaks threw up a couple of those for me on a recent rewatch.
June 6, 2025 at 10:22 AM
Not British, but Twin Peaks threw up a couple of those for me on a recent rewatch.
A mate and I often say in a loud, exasperated voice, "More gravy on my wife!"
30 years ago we were queuing up for a Sunday roast. The pensioner in front of us was getting agitated, giving impatient instructions for his and his wife's meals. He finally lost it when the guy skimped on the gravy.
30 years ago we were queuing up for a Sunday roast. The pensioner in front of us was getting agitated, giving impatient instructions for his and his wife's meals. He finally lost it when the guy skimped on the gravy.
April 7, 2025 at 2:03 PM
A mate and I often say in a loud, exasperated voice, "More gravy on my wife!"
30 years ago we were queuing up for a Sunday roast. The pensioner in front of us was getting agitated, giving impatient instructions for his and his wife's meals. He finally lost it when the guy skimped on the gravy.
30 years ago we were queuing up for a Sunday roast. The pensioner in front of us was getting agitated, giving impatient instructions for his and his wife's meals. He finally lost it when the guy skimped on the gravy.