pointless-letters:

SOLICITOR: *reads out loud* “And this being the last will and testament of Ethel Nubbins, to her loving granddaughter she leaves…..”

GRANDDAUGHTER: *thinks* not the ass brooch please please please not the ass brooch please gran not the ass brooch

SOLICITOR: “….her ass brooch.”

minfotibaken:

ct-7567:

duessaherself:

I just learned the origin of pink lemonade and I need you all to hear this.

So this dude selling concessions at a circus back in like 1857 ran out of lemonade and he needed water to make more, but there wasn’t a stream or water pump, BUT the BAREBACK HORSE RIDER had just washed her pink tights in a bucket of water, staining the water pink. So, being the enterprising fella he was, dude just threw in the lemons and sugar and told everyone it was special strawberry lemonade. Well, the circus patrons saw pink lemonade and thought, “That’s fucking amazing!” and he ended up selling twice as much lemonade than usual.

To reiterate.

This dude sold people sweaty horse crotch water and it was so popular it became an Actual Fucking Thing.

DELICIOUS.

Thats pussy babe!

They actually used sumac to dye it

One good way to attract fruit flies into your bathroom, of all places: Bandages with manuka honey in the trash! 😧

I felt like a dumbass, taking that long to figure out what might be drawing them in there. (Seeing some congregating around the trash can kinda helped, a little while ago.) But, it’s really not much honey, and I haven’t even been thinking of it as food in that context. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Guess I’ll try closing that up well in plastic bags, besides making sure it’s emptied more often for a while.

Seriously though, the elementary school I went to was built on top of the “reclaimed” old town dump. Closed in IIRC the late ‘40s, so it’s not like there were any restrictions on what got put in there either.

Come back a few years later, and what a conveniently located big flattish piece of ground to put a new school on! 😵

That particular decision at least seemed to have less to do with any specific inequality factors locally, and more that it was the ’50s when dumb shit like that was pretty much normal. Still hard to believe that anyone ever thought that was a reasonable plan.

But, my mom was part of the first group to go there. They opened it when she was in like 3rd grade. At that point, teachers regularly had to chase kids off from messing with the weird pools of seepage around the playground and the remaining rats hanging around the place.

There was/still is also some nasty industrial pollution in the area, but several of the kids she was in elementary school with died from assorted cancers before they even got out of high school. Never mind later on. Even with the baby boom that prompted them to build a couple of new schools in the first place, it wasn’t a large school population. We’re talking about a relatively small town.

Thankfully the obvious ooze and the rats were long gone around 30 years later, when I ended up there too. Though grass still wasn’t growing right around the playground/field area. It’s probably not going to be a particularly healthy environment for a very long time still, of course.

And this shit still isn’t nearly as uncommon as it should be, without even having ignorance to fall back on as an excuse for decades.

This really is one of the strangest stomach bugs I’ve seen so far, though.

Both of us started feeling off Monday or Tuesday, and he actually took Wednesday and Thursday off work because he couldn’t stay out of the bathroom. (And never would try some Imodium…) When he basically never calls in.

It definitely felt like some type of virus, and unusually he was hit a lot harder. I had some bowel problems Tuesday/Wednesday too, and still don’t feel right, but his were to the point of getting dehydrated.

That eased up enough that he went back to work Friday, and off gaming most of the day yesterday without incident. Figured it was mostly over.

So, last night he suddenly dashed off in the middle of eating some takeout. And has been periodically throwing up all night.

(AFAICT, just vomiting. Usually they go together, but alternating separated by days like this? 🤔)

I guess it’s possible that he managed to catch something else, or ate something he shouldn’t have. But, that seems less likely than its just coming from the same bug.

So far, I just seem to still be feeling like I have a cold without all the congestion, plus some hopefully secondhand nausea from being around him. We’ll see, though. Not that optimistic that it’s not just taking longer to kick in.

At first, I assumed that my partner might be allergic to shrimp/shellfish in general.

Nope, he evidently just got hold of some bad shrimp one too many times when he was in college. At the end of the night, one pizza place would let people have as much of any toppings they wanted that shouldn’t just go back in the fridge for the next day. So, one time he got a pizza loaded up with shrimp that should have just gone in the trash before that 😧

No lasting harm done, thank goodness. But, come back at least 25 years later and he can still hardly stand to look at shrimp.

Can’t say I blame him, but not quite what I would have thought at first.

(Similar with ketchup, it seems. Some diner type place left it sitting out long enough in the hot kitchen that he got some on his food which was pretty spectacularly fermented. Didn’t even get sick that time, but the experience was offputting enough that he hasn’t voluntarily eaten any ketchup since then.)