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At this point I think they're just trolling the poors.

 

https://thefashionography.com/fashion/editors-picks/louis-vuitton-serves-lobster-pharrells-2025-bag-steals-the-show/

 

Quite the price drop here, but still...

 

https://us.louisvuitton.com/eng-us/products/lobster-wearable-wallet-monogram-nvprod6490101v/M26008

 

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In other news, I think these guys might be on to something.

 

http://www.rentapeasant.co.uk

 

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12 hours ago, DooDiligence said:

 

LMAO! 😂

 

My god it's ugly!

 

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And price tag 'only' DKK 47,000.00 here!

 

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-Perfect gift from a wifey to hubby who she hates from the dearest of her heart! 😋😛 Bonus effect : Whatever restaurant or cafe he tries to enter with that ugly thingy he will not be allowed to enter, met by the comment : 'Sorry, you're not allowed to bring your own food here!' 😋😛

 

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Last night I was viewing 'The Bank Job', streaming it on Viasat Action.

 

At one moment, in the cellar in the neighbour premises, ready to start digging a tunnel into the vault of a Lloyds Bank Branch next to, and also testing the walkie-talkies, before sending a man on the roof to look out, one man, by walkie-talkie, asking 'What do we do with all the soil we dig out of the hole?' the other guy, ready to go to the roof, answering by walkie-talkie : 'I suggest we dig a hole over at the other corner and put it in there!'. 😋😛

 

Awesome entertainment!, despite I had to give up on viewing the movie ... It'll be another day.

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Posted

Not really a joke but there's not a poems thread.

 

Galway Kinnells' Holy Shit, where he says, among other things…

 

Often we forget, and imagine we’re immortal.
If the gods don’t shit, why must we?
And we would feel distinctly less like animals
if only we could sever the chain of linked turds
tying us to some hole in the ground.
[…] But think, last night,
you took what you liked from a carrot,
today you give back the rest.
[…]
And don’t boeuf, whom we castrate and strip
of all function except to divide grass
into shit and flesh that soon will be mostly shit,
look like lumps skheided into the field
by a something else? Of course, as cummings’
Olaf, “whose warmest heart recoiled at war,”
declared, “there is some s. I will not eat.”
Like the s. of having to print it as s.
Or of imagining we are a people who don’t die,
who come out of the sky like gods and drop
not shit but bombs on people who shit.
[…]
Let us remember this is our home
and that we have become, we mad ones, its keepers.
Let us sit bent forward slightly, and be opened a moment,
as the earth passes through us.

 

[Audio of the author reading a version of this can be found here.]

 

HT to King Duppy

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Me : What's the wifi password?

 

Bartender : you need to buy a drink first.

Me : Okay, I'll have a coke.

Bartender : Is Pepsi ok?

Me : Sure, How much is that?

Bartender : 3$

Me : There you go. So what's the wifi password?

Bartender : you need to buy a drink first. No spaces, all lowercase.

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