Cheers Kent!
Sticking with the cold theme…Please could someone do the necessary with this one?
Ah it actually worked for once!
“Okay, I’ll put up with this for now, for the photo. But later, when you’re asleep—it’s time to become the Shredderator!”
“Paul Masson will sell no wine before its time.”
“What kind of sick bastard turns yarn into a bad thing?”
From catnapping to… catwrapping?
What power art thou, who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow?
See’st thou not how stiff and wondrous old
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath?
Let me, let me freeze again to death.
I am showing my lack of culturalness (is that a word?? Culture?), as I have no idea where this comes from, but I like it. You win ST!
I wouldn’t have recognized it just by the lyrics myself, but it’s Henry Purcell’s Cold song from 1691. It was always sung by a deep bass male, until punk singer Klaus Nomi, a countertenor, wanted to perform it as his goodbye as he was succumbing to AIDS. Video here
Anyway, thanks for picking my response. Today’s submission comes with a caution: you might be tempted to use Gainesborough’s Blue Boy, but keep in mind that so will the others, so you’ll need to make it the best in the category
The 1682 season of Shark Tank featured the less than illustrious debut of Garanimals.
This one looks familiar. It’s possible it was from a different thread, though.
The earliest #MeToo accusation, as eight-year-old Rupert is questioned by magistrates about claims he had peeked in at his twelve-year-old sister Beatrice while bathing.
-“BB”-
“You were charged with sounding the alarm; yet when the sheep were in the meadow and the cows in the corn, you failed to blow your horn”.
“Georgie Porgie, you are hereby sentenced to 12 years hard labor emptying chamber pots for Parlement.”
“Oh, thank you, sir. That sounds much better than going back to school!”
These all worked well with the material, but the best-suited to the material was:
Thanks! I seem to have fallen down a rabbit hole of skeevy 1960s Men’s magazines…
Jeff Chandler was the best customer at the sarong boutique
“Here, a white man can have his fill of half-naked native women and be waited on by subservient monkey-men. Ah, what a paradise Indochina will always be!”
“Say hello to the nice ladies, Mortimer.”
These topless ventriloquists are truly amazing. I never saw their lips move once.