Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
The mirror represents a portal then. If the portal remains closed, it reflects, bounces back. But it's also a potential entry point to another world where it's possible to break on through to the other side.
The mirror represents a portal then. If the portal remains closed, it reflects, bounces back. But it's also a potential entry point to another world where it's possible to break on through to the other side.
Just saw this, not especially funny but the synchronicity suggests the universe wants it in this thread
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I just saw someone standing dead still in a busy square using his phone as a mirror, lovingly touching up his hair. Was gonna take a photo but I thought he might notice, although probably not.
Maybe mirrors will join the long list of things made obsolete by the device in our pockets... dictaphones, tomtoms, watches, porn videos er... what happens if one day we all have to abandon our phones and we've totally lost the art of making other types of porn?
Preserving the art of pornography in various forms? That's good to know if we do come to a crisisi see girls doing this all the time here
literally every day in washington square parkPreserving the art of pornography in various forms? That's good to know if we do come to a crisis
On the other hand, if she's really minging can you go up to her and demand compensation for your distress?literally every day in washington square park
@catalog FYI you have to tip for this as well, if you see a girl doing something sexy you have to go over and put a couple of dollar bills in her hand
yeah you can @catalog try it outOn the other hand, if she's really minging can you go up to her and demand compensation for your distress?
I will once again tell the horrendous story of booking a strip club in Hackney to put on a club night and how I went there to speak to the manager on a Tuesday lunchtime, turned out that even at that time there were a few bored suits watching a bored woman listlessly pull off her clothes, and the manager said to me "Sorry you had to see that, we're trying to get rid of her".On the other hand, if she's really minging can you go up to her and demand compensation for your distress?
Oof. I hope the poor woman didn't hear.I will once again tell the horrendous story of booking a strip club in Hackney to put on a club night and how I went there to speak to the manager on a Tuesday lunchtime, turned out that even at that time there were a few bored suits watching a bored woman listlessly pull off her clothes, and the manager said to me "Sorry you had to see that, we're trying to get rid of her".
Got a friend whose flat is in a somewhat unusual position in that due to being built on a hill some parts of it are cellar level and some street level. Upshot is her bedroom looks right out on to a street - albeit a side-street - in central Lisbon. Luckily the window is deceptively reflective, it's all but impossible to see in from the street - but the other side of that is that it's quite common if you're sat in her bedroom to see people who think they are totally alone stare right into the window and use it as a full body mirror. It's really quite odd to watch someone a couple of metres from you certain they are totally unseen make lengthy minor adjustments to their appearance - in fact it's really disconcerting in several ways cos they are really close to you and it is hard to convince yourself they can't see you (she's used to it of course but I'm not), and that's before you get to the false intimacy of seeing them act as though they are alone, pushing their hair around and adopting sexy poses.People checking themselves out in a car window before realising someone's inside.
He was dropping the hints quite heavily, think he'd "accidentally" left the tannoy on, but my suspicions were really aroused when it was accidentally broadcast in three different Slavic languages.Oof. I hope the poor woman didn't hear.
☠️☠️☠️😮😮😮👹👹👺👺⚡☄️💥🔥🌪️☔Perhaps the saddest thing of all though, I wasn't gonna mention this but... well, as I was leaving I realised it was actually your mum.
Textbook.Perhaps the saddest thing of all though, I wasn't gonna mention this but... well, as I was leaving I realised it was actually your mum.