Including arse bubbles; a magic bucket; unhappy hoovering; and, inevitably, toilet-paper mushrooms.

All this and more.

Including an interspecies battle of wits; detected trajectories; some hot and steamy jiggling; and an experiment in sudden-onset upwardsness.

All this and more.

Including an ambitious juicing project; bewildering pleats; on personality and pet preference; and scenes from swinging Caracas, circa 1969. 

All this and more.

BREAKING: Cargo ship explodes in Baltimore Harbor in Chesapeake Bay, Maryland. pic.twitter.com/HuAErSIisR

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A coal hauler, so that’s not good.

Including when your underwear keeps going missing; the engineering of Mount Rushmore; a bedlamite infestation; and replacing lost fingers with grafted toes.

All this and more.

Including a feat of dexterity; a dog relocation device; a collection of Medieval medical recipes; and for enthusiasts of Star Trek, an actual Cardassian TV/VCR combo, only $495.

All this and more.

Including a collection of unconvincing support apparatus; a lesson in how quickly the day can turn to shit; Lake Cow Bacon; and James Bond as depicted in Indian comic-books.

All this and more.

Including scenes of pumping and squeaking; a cunning use of the tongue; why you can’t walk through walls; and reasons to avoid detection by an alien intelligence.

All this and more.

Including some rough and racy food preparation; pigtails and bralessness; primate butt adornment; and a quest for “diversity” that is not entirely convincing. 

All this and more.

Including lasers and clenching; promising husband material; a test of human patience; and a museum of battery-operated toys.

All this and more.

They work hard to release violent criminals on bail.   Judges want 60k raise.

Including Agatha’s poisons; an art centre with its own protest toilet; an actual rollercoaster of emotion; and the world of wonder under your fingernails.

All this and more.

Including 53,000 photographs of airline meals; a man with a level-10 wizard staff; full-on scenes of mentalist bintery; and the rise and fall of alien abduction.

All this and more.

Aftermath of a tornado near Jamestown, ND yesterday. Photo credit to Brian Emfinger (Facebook).

Including alarming gardening; men with long hair circa 1967; and when you’re being arrested but you still feel a need to self-narrate for likes.

All this and more.

Including a lawn-mowing mishap; a posture-optimised toilet; typing with light; your empathetic betters; and a skatepark for the blind.

All this and more.

From the comments: “what happened to that little motorcycle you used to ride and write about?”

I sold Aretha about three years ago to a vintage motorcycle dealer, and heard nothing more until this February, when an email from the UK landed in my inbox.

Back in my youth (1981/2) I owned one (mars bar colours as it’s known in the UK) and always missed it. Move forward a few years (understatement) and bikes, decided I’d look for another. July last year I found one advertised, went and viewed it and a deal was done on the spot.

It has been totally rebuilt to almost as new condition. Quite a few parts were refurbished and as many of the original’s retained. These bikes are rare in the UK now in this sort of condition.

The guy I purchased it from had sourced it from Canada, I’ve even got the old number plate JZ-396 and Saskatchewan Certificate of Registration signed by yourself in August 2012 (were you the last owner?). I googled a few things and came across your website and your diary of LC life. Looks as though you had a great time with it.

I’ve attached a couple of pictures, they don’t really do the bike justice. I ran it in last year and currently waiting for better weather (salt on our roads!) before I get out on it again.

It’s in good company in my garage as my wife’s Triumph Bonneville and son’s Ducati Cafe Racer, not to mention my BMW R9T keep it company.

She landed softly.

Including random-ass cheese umbrage; some inapt gripping; automated wok tossing; the advantages of having your own vacuum chamber; and another visit to the Ogmios School of Zen Motoring.

All this and more.

Including some fairly unambiguous hippo displeasure; a planet-wide guide to what people are doing right now; artefacts of the FBI; and a vigorously athletic use of the buttocks.