“I am Moist,” said Moist, stepping forward with his best smile and an extended hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry. We should have hung the raincoats nearer the door,” said Hubert.
– the jokes write themselves | Terry Pratchett, Making Money
discworldtour
discworldtour
rem-ir
Night Watch is about how maybe you can’t completely change history, but you can make it a little better, about hope in the face of oppression, about doing the right thing even if you risk losing everything, but it’s also about Vetinari’s sexy aunt
terrypratchettappreciation
esc-poland
archaeologistproblems
glaucophane
I’ve been monitoring geotechnical testing this week and folks, let me tell you, I did not know how much environmentally safe lubricant was needed for a drilling rig, and I definitely did not want to know how it feels to walk through lubricated mud that moves like KY Jelly.
Though if you’re looking for something new for you and your partner to try out in The Joy of Mud, either you’ve got an excellent relationship or you’re doing something wrong.
The grit, though. The grit. One of the guys tasted the mud out of the split spoon sample yesterday “to check its grittiness” and despite being a person who has licked artifacts fairly regularly I was concerned. Lube on its own, fine. Dirt on its own, fine. Lubricated dirt… no thanks.
andallismended
knithacker
cosmictuesdays
ladyyatexel
Just lost my balance reaching over to dispense some lotion, ended up putting way too much weight on it, and shot it all over the side of my bed like Silly String
deepintheshadyglen