They used the word "bifurcated!" But it referred to some of the underlying musculature. He fathered his 14th and 15th children after the war, so I guess it couldn't be so bad? (But also it sounds like his intestines sometimes popped down into his balls for a visit, so: it's bad.)
The last pension file I got ended up painting a tragic picture of an overwhelmed child soldier who deserted, was apprehended, and died of disease aged 15. I was just not expecting this particular brand of tragedy, or such detailed description of my ancestor's scrotum and bifurcated pelvic floor.
The best part is where the surgical chief of the Nashville field hospital, who must have witnessed countless horrific injuries in a bloody war at a time when aseptic practice was in its infancy, remembered the "peculiar nature of the injury" almost two decades later.
I was waiting to get a 138-page Civil War pension file, but when I sat down to read the whole thing there are 80 pages attesting to a freak accident on a train bridge in Georgia that caused my ancestor "severe injury to the penis" & an inguinal hernia that plagued him for the rest of his life.
Not a novel observation, but: I found your website for the first time as a kid looking for fonts in the Yahoo directory, and it was the most subversively cool thing I had ever seen in my young life. But my child will not organically encounter hot devil girls. This only reminds me of what we've lost.
I used to end up leaving school every day behind a minivan with "if you're going to ride my ass at least pull my hair" and "Proud Girl Mom" bumper stickers flanking the plate.
I want 1,000 photographs of these sad men holding their stoats.
Oh, piss in Juraj.
Thanks for posting this. I shared it with my 9-year-old and he's gleefully tanking my stats as he procrastinates before bed. We love it.
La Retraite de Hugues de Payens, by Georges Mathieu, 1958 (rotated), 📸 by @tiltoncreative
I gotta get on zoom right meow too. Thank you, ladies!
Literally sitting in detention with the discipline lady, the secretary, two other teachers, and my kid to watch the end of this game.
First authentic cat-scarin' goal in a good long time!
There was a time, and now it's all gone by, when we did memes together, you (collective) and I... (Forgotten Kyle Quincey from the archives: quinceyicecream.ytmnd.com )
It's supposed to cause relaxation of the smooth muscles in particular. It's never worked for me, but it's so cheap and safe so some ERs give it in an IV before going through all the trouble of an endoscopy to push the food bolus down. (I have eosinophilic esophagitis.)
To the best of my knowledge no current or former NHL players are Sindarin elves, descended from the remnants of the Telerí who tarried in Beleriand instead of completing the journey to Aman in the First Age, but I can't shake it.
I read the appendices of Lord of the Rings too many times as a child and my brain REALLY wants to pronounce "Celebrini" like he's the consort of Galadriel, derived from a root meaning "silver."
My big grumble was the train couldn't cross the KT boundary. Are the troodons who conduct the Train cognizant of the dinosaurs' mass extinction?
Also it was the BEST trophy, because it's 100% because of what each one of them contributed in class and not what their families could buy to put under it.
A 2025 trophy with "Merry Christmas" and a small gold-tone cup on top
Inscription detail on base of trophy for "Best Kids Hand-Made Decorations"
My class won a trophy at the big county-wide charity Christmas tree fundraiser and you better believe they're going to pass it around like it's the Stanley Cup on Monday.
Have you seen him as Valentín Narcisse on Boardwalk Empire? When we met Think Tank, I was like "this is 100% Dr. Narcisse with megalencephaly."
I recognize there are many more pressing matters in the world at the moment but I just noticed you can sing "Sweet Transvestite" to the tune of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" (and vice-versa.)
They're a Michigan political dynasty of sorts. His father Dick Posthumus was the state Senate majority leader for most of the '90s and he has a sister who was a state rep, too.
Feeding America has a page where you can input your zip code and it'll show you all of the food banks near you overlaid on a map. If you need it, it's there. If you don't need it, think about donating money if you have it and your time if you don't.
www.feedingamerica.org/find-your-lo...
We are on the "dict" portion of our weekly morphology-based vocab and it is very difficult for me, personally, to maintain my decorum.
Not me gritting my teeth at 32 nine-year-olds as I remind them to restate the question as they write a single paragraph response telling us what the author is saying in a given single paragraph, from which they must also pull a quotation.
I just love how the rest of us got softball stuff but she could sniff out the story there.
My niece is the most hard-hitting journalist working. With the Moana 2 microphone she got for her 8th birthday today, she began interviewing my ex: "Uncle Adam: what is your favorite color? Why don't you have a job, or a wife?"
A parent at open house said she felt a "positive energy" from me, and I don't know what that means but it sounds good! 31 eight-to-ten year olds and me, all day, starting Monday.
I keep a sweater in the car, mostly for visits to my ex-mother-in-law's house. When I had a July newborn, she would invite us over to spend the night "escaping the heat" but then fret about the poor baby not having enough layers.
