English Russian Egg Roulette. Easily explained; the urge for former zygotes to get back to the mothership is immense. About 95 percent of the entire Intertunnel is devoted to depictions of this urge. I guess this video makes it 95.1 percent.
(Thanks to Borderline editor Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along)
And Polish changes everything. Koparką nad morze, the title says; “excavator to the sea.” Say, isn’t that a Bobby Darin song?
Excavator to the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
A Polish man on golden sands
He’s draggin’ some drips that go sailin’
Excavator to the sea
YouTube’s watching for me
If I could fly like nerds who’re high
Then dragged by my arms
I’d go sailin’
It’s far beyond the czars
It’s near beyond Kowloon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon…
(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that along. He knows that’s a grapple attachment on the end of that excavator’s arm. He’s cool that way)
BRRRRPPPPT. Wrong.
It’s male human beings sick to death of being sent outside in bubble wrap to play in ADA compliant playgrounds with the monkey bars set so low your knees would touch the ground –if the ground wasn’t covered with a rubber cushion. It’s little boys weary of wearing helmets to ride a tricycle. It’s the human spirit, unleashed, where it’s always unleashed — the last place you’d expect.
Go pass another anti-bullying rule while obsessing over the gruel you serve in the cafeteria, just before letting the kids go outside in a pen to watch the girls text each other while sitting on the swings. We’re playing here.
Anyone with a haircut like the assistant deserves at least a caning just for walking around in public.