ITT: Anthropology and No Context

CHECK OUT ALL THESE ANCIENT ARTIFACTS GUYS. WHAT DO THEY MEAN?

I am not particularly aware of any meat-centric national celebrations but I'd nevertheless be pretty happy to spend at least some potion of today eating meat as part of the festivities
mostly because I would have regardless

Also Garuru is full of shit, day actually ends in 93 minutes.

WE NEED A REASONABLE LYNCH

behind
rear
fanny
ass
posterior
cheeks
booty (or boo-tay)
junk in the trunk
badunkadunk
bum

did i miss any?

i know the origins of one of these

badunkadunk

gatr likes these sequential references to himself. keep them comin

WHOA WATCH YOUR STEP, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE

you forgot the lime and sumac

Do you have any idea how much cholesterol is in 4 eggs? If I ate 4 eggs and beef and WHITE BREAD in one sitting, people would think i'd have gone nuts.

Oh wait Schazer lost the bet. Np then.

Step 3)
Wash/Lick your hands. They’re covered in beef fat.

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yeehaw

A crazy boy who likes bull shaped piñatas cased too much mayhem and is now fleeing from the town who are exclaiming their displeased despair (and his fashion choices only add insult to injury), and all the horses are talking and the guy with a sword in the back just watches while still on his search for The Name in the NORTH

-as over the top as possible for proper entertainment purposes

LAMPPOSTS

It looks like the Inaugural Dickery for this thread will be a rare two-for-one sassing; the obvious target is of course lampposts, as was suggested. The less-obvious-but-still-pretty-obvious-to-anyone-with-a-few-neurons-to-clap-together target is "The kind of person who suggests 'lampposts' in a thread for soliciting rants" and, more broadly, lolrandom humor in general.

There are a few expectations that come with the broad style of pure loathing masked as tongue-in-cheek humor I'm trying to convey here: what dry thrill anyone can get from reading it should arise organically from the topic, whether that be from chuckling at an annoyance you share with the writer or deriving perverse satisfaction from watching someone attack things you enjoy. Perhaps you simply want to laugh at some compound invectives, and that's okay too. But what's not okay is providing bullshit nonsense inanimate objects, because seriously, who can get in a dander about lampposts or waffles or pillows? (The answer is me, but that is because I am a master ragecrafter; it's the principle of the thing!)

Obviously the point in submitting a response like that isn't to garner comedy; there are much riper and lower-hanging fruit out there for that, from politics to pop culture to the arts and beyond. No, such a response is either to "win" by stumping me or out of a kneejerk desire to do something someone obviously doesn't want you to so. The former is unabashedly smug, while the latter is the demesne of five-year-olds and genies. Nobody likes smug people, genies, or especially five-year-olds.

You know, I had a couple of paragraphs here about how "lampposts" was a pretty good example of shitty lazy "random"ness, but this is just getting inexcusably out of hand. I'm going to cut this short and move on to a more truly-satisfying topic before this column goes from "SleepingOrange Disapproves of Things" to "SleepingOrange is Embittered but Boringly So".

But, since my spirit animal is a smug five-year-old genie, here's a token passage about lampposts and why they duck. Because DAMNED if I will lose!

Lampposts may seem pretty innocuous to the casual observer, but the fact is that they're an omnipresent middle finger to anyone in a car. Everything about them is so perfectly able to absolutely infuriate motorists that a more suspicious person might believe they were designed so.

First off, they do nothing to help drivers see where the road is; you know what does that? Headlights and reflectors. All a lampposts does is flood your sight, ruin your night vision, and ensure it's juuust far enough away from the next lamppost that that one does all those things too. Because heaven knows all the dangerous accidents happen on dark country roads, not well-lit streets that mock you with their strobing streetlamps and extremely-solid posts.

But you don't even have to be driving the car for lampposts to ruin your night: everyone here probably knows what it's like to be a passenger in a late ride with the family. There's no freaking way you're going to talk to those assholes after your sister spent the entire drive spilling her soda on your favorite pants (and it was Goddamned grape so the stain will never come out) and whining, your mother wouldn't let you get that cap gun they had at the convenience store (it was two dollars, what the hell), and your father is a hair-trigger berserker on top of being a smelly alcoholic. So you have to read or play a video game or something to stave off the boredom... But not if lampposts have anything to say about it! They're just far apart enough that you can get about enough of a sentence read that you'll forget the first half of it in the time it takes between readable zones of light, and just bright enough that if you turn on the doorlight, your father will shriek at you for glaring up the windows and beat you with a tire iron.

Lastly, and by far the worst, is that lampposts make it so that pedestrians think it's appropriate for them to go out and walk at night. Bitch, I am using that sidewalk, and I don't need your shitty fleshy body traipsing all over it and getting in my way. Uppity little ambulators thing that just because they can see, they have a right to be out and about. They are wrong: the street and everything street-adjacent is for me.

Mortal Kombat: Defenders of the Realm

There... There are no words.

But there will be.

WHO WERE THESE PEOPLE?

AS NEAR AS I CAN TELL THEY WERE AN EXPRESSIVE BUT USELESSLY CONFRONTATIONAL SOCIETY

> Slate: Suggestive eyebrowing. Or suggestive eyebrowing, but either way works.

>Flop around helplessly until someone comes to your aid.

NO COR, SVEDBERG IS THE ALPHA SASSLASS HERE.

Why woul8===D you make me confront these things, look at that 8===Dipshit

PS on the subject of anthropology, if anyone has an archive of the original trollstuck threa8===D, or just remembers Johhhn's quirk better than I 8===Do, I'8===D appreciate a refresher