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I do however hope it does well enough commercially to trigger Terminal Studio IP Brain, because I want to see them do just the weirdest derivative shit but with songs. Flying monkey police procedural jazz, techno munchkin teen slasher horror, medieval madrigal fifty shades of scarecrow

It drifts too far into mildly amusing to be genuinely terrible, leaving it in a faint hinterland of bad with interestingly-shaped nodules.

I have now seen Wicked: For Good, and can confirm that it is an entertainment product that passed in front of my eyes. Having attempted to read the book, I can also confirm that it is a genuinely heroic feat of adaptation.

When I was in high school we were discussing how much better 2% choco milk is compared to 1%, and my friend said that if I ever tried 4%, it'd change my life. Well, now I'm in my 40s and I finally saw 3.8% chocolate milk for sale at a local country market and I gotta say... she was RIGHT. It's good

This is like learning "Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created?" came from a goddamn Spy Kids movie.

Yup!

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It’s really quite striking.

Oh bravo. Actually spat my tea at that one.

That is almost exactly what I said.

Where to fucking start. Probably the nipples. There are a lot, and they are porcine. Anthropomorphically porcine. Anthroporcine? Anyway, there’s a sort of sickly pink pig lady lying sprawled on a bench, being comforted by a woman in a blandly blue outfit. The pig lady is stark multi-nipple naked, clasping the woman’s hand as though gravely ailing. Her hooves are structured to echo high heels and there’s a bunch of pubic hair and it’s just really all a lot. It’s asking questions about how we extend hospitality and care and to who, of course. But it’s doing it through the medium of swooning pig person teats.

Good evening. Who wants too see a totally normal sculpture that was just sitting around the entrance to the Bruges hospital museum, totally normally

[Scene is JESUS sat behind a boss’s desk in his office on a cloud in HEAVEN] 1 JESUS [speaking into intercom] Hi can you send in Saint Nicholas please 2 SANTA [entering in full Santa garb]: Hi boss JESUS: Hi Nick 3 JESUS: Listen - about this ‘my birthday’ thing... SANTA: Ohh not this again boss 4 JESUS: Nick, it’s out of hand. *You’ve* got out of hand. 5 JESUS: I mean when I hired you, you was all humble, hiding under windows, lobbing in dowries… And now you’re like… 6 JESUS [gesturing disdainfully at Santa’s clothing]: I mean - what’s this. 7 SANTA: This is my get up! I’ve had this since the Coca Cola deal in the 30s JESUS: *That’s what I mean.* 8 JESUS: You’ve just gone too - SANTA: Oh no, oh no - 9 SANTA: Sorry boss but waaay back in the Reformation, right, Martin Luther said: “why don’t we have Jesus delivering the presents?”. And when he prayed to ask you, do you remember what you said? Eh? 10 SANTA: You said: “I ain’t going back there” 11 SANTA: If you wanna take over - JESUS: Oh yeah! Kids coming downstairs to find me resurrected in their living room going "I got you an Xbox"... 12 SANTA: You’re just feeling threatened cos I’m doing a bloody good - JESUS: *WATCH IT NICK*. [ends]

britain i swear to fuck just ask the EU to take you back, sure we'll be insufferably smug about it and probably force you to get off the pound because we're feeling like being bastards but at least youll have, like, jobs and any kind of perspective

My hot take is that IHT makes absolutely no sense. "Inheritance" is one word.

“That was ‘Land of Giant Basalt Obelisks’ by ‘Yer Man from over There’.”

There is no way you can guess how the thread that ends in this instant classic begins.

Read this aloud. It is enormously satisfying to say the words “basalt obelisk”

At pride there’s sometimes a “Gay Gooners” delegation and I can’t tell if those T-shirts are gonna go up or down in value.

Travelling a bit, I was briefly concerned that PrEP bottles would be over the 100ml cabin allowance, but of course the NHS has thought this through - the shirtless party boys aren’t doing checked baggage for three nights in Sitges.

Seeing a bit of a usage uptick for “gooning” and wondering if this is because America never embraced the cheeky glory that is the word “wanking”, but “jerking/jacking off” just doesn’t have the same jaunty cadence.

"Let us not become weary... for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
— Galatians 6:9

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Come for “long day of gooning to the sex toy made of plagiarism”, stay for the horrifying insight about our broken little manbabies.

I’m going to coin a law - call it Maugham’s First Law - and it is that nothing Wes Streeting ever says turns out to be true. 🧵

I say “I’m fine” a lot for someone who is grinding their teeth into chalk dust.

The Delicious in Dungeon Test, if you will (Pokémon passes).

The closest I come to being an insufferable “but how does The Magic System work?!!!” prick is that I want to get the sense that someone somewhere in the universe has engaged - however horribly - with whether anyone eats the monsters.

“You want your fries to be ’large’, child? My uncle died after being hit by a ‘large’ truck. The scales fell from my eyes that day! Yes, the toy is included with the meal.”

I'm used to people over-estimating immigration levels, being wrong about their economic impact, and all that nobody-knows-how-the-country-actually-works shite, but a ~4x overestimate of teaching salaries while thinking it's an easy gig was so unglued from reality that I did wonder if he was quite ok

Yeah. I know enough teachers that my haw was on the floor. I was tempted to correct him until I clocked the boxing gloves and the not listening.

It was really very odd. He was trying to make changing room conversation with a guy who turned out to be a school lab tech, but wasn't really listening so much as grabbing odd words as prompts to supply the other side of the conversation in his head. It was like phoning my dad.