This is like every modern Christmas movie where they think kids won’t get it unless Santa’s sleigh no longer runs on old magic, but on futuristic technology, guages, panels, samouflanges and discombobulators.
Produce Manager here. Place the end that opens directly between your two palms, and rub your palms together vigorously. The bag will stick to one palm or both, opening every time. Please stop licking your fingers to open these bags and then picking through our vegetables. You’re gross.
My mom swears that she was driving home one night with her cousin in the 70s and their car started floating 6+ feet off of the ground. She also swears it wasn’t at all drug-related. I think my mom has forgotten just how many drugs they were doing in the 70s.
The recurring use of the word bird throughout that series is one of my favorite parts of the show. I love Birdman, the Australian mullet adventurah who shows about at the Air B&B togoonawalkabewt…
I googled “eldridge horror” and I’m enjoying all of the posts that meant to say eldritch. Though I suppose if you don’t read Lovecraft or partake in nerdom, eldritch isn’t exactly an everyday word, and I can see how it could be misheard.
Also fucking brilliant if intentional here. That gentleman is absolutely one Lord Eldridge, if I’ve ever seen one.
Native: “Tunga m’matwa?” (what the fuck is that?)
Dandy: “My dear savage, you look upon the esteemed Lord Eldridge of Banglesbury!”
Native: “Noka wat’ay?” (why does he look like that?)
Dandy: “My good savage, I’ve no idea what ever the fuck you’re saying.”