Thursday, July 30, 2015

Vault Face: Erectile Dysfunction

    Summer is with us — at last — and though it's great to be clear of the lashings of Dreary, I do miss the snow sometimes in July.

    So here's a big ole heap of the white stuff, back from the heady days of 2010 when blogs were blogs, men were men — and selfie sticks had yet to be thrust upon the world...


Erectile Dysfunction



If there's an AFTER, I'll keep you posted...

23 comments:

stacy said...
Oh my.

Are you guys still getting pummeled with snow?
fairyhedgehog said...
I exploded with laughter at this.

And yes, stacy, the snow is still here. Driving is dicey on the side roads near our house and the trains are iffy. I've got cabin fever.
Robin S. said...
Heh. Gives the song-phrase 'he's a cold-hearted snake' a whole new whirl-i-fied meaning.
jjdebenedictis said...
He's not falling over; he's dancing. LIMBO!
Nicola Morgan said...
Hello from my blog party - twas good to see you there.

I can think of nothing witty to say about your hilarious self-portrait snowman but I would like to say that I'm with you on Wensleydale with Cranberries. I made the same mistake.

That wasn't witty either, but it's been a tiring day.
Whirlochre said...
Stacy
It's mellowed to "slush with a hint of ice" — rather like Jamie Oliver's taste in cocktails.

Hogsy Pogsy Poo
And lo, those close to the ephemeral shrub snuffler did find themselves perforated by her flying dire spines like cocktail sausages at a convention for business executives who tortured flies as little boys...

Wrobin
Spill the beans on the lyrics. Is it Tammy Wynette?

JJ
And he's now headless, sadly.
Whirlochre said...
Nicola
Greetings. I think you popped in while I was getting back to the previous commenters.

That's why I love meetings in cyberspace — zero chance of bumping into people by accident and spilling coffee all over them.
Marshall Buckley said...
How could I *not* visit after your Nicola Morgan Blog comment?

Not sure whether to say "welcome" (to Nicola's blog world) or "hello" so I'll settle on "Wello"... or maybe not...
Whirlochre said...
Marshall
Thanks for popping over.

Shame it's penile snowmen that brought you over from Nicola's — normally things are a little more classy round here.

And I'm with Wello, btw. Sounds like it has a silent Carry On oooh at the start. Just tried it out in the mirror, accompanied by a saucy flicker of my eyes. Very cheeky.
hampshireflyer said...
Visiting from Nicola Morgan's blog party and rather relieved to have avoided the little truckles of Wensleydale with Pineapple that I nearly bought from Asda last time I was in.

Does someone actually have the job of thinking up bizarre flavours for novelty cheese?
stacy said...
Last night I tried mulled wine for the second time in my life. I think I like my way better: throw in too much of every called-for spice and sugar and heat in a coffee pot (great for preventing it from boiling).

That should teach Jamie Oliver to forgo slush in his cocktails.
Kerrie said...
What a well defined waist your snowman has, he's just excersising to keep in shape. ( should consider rhinoplasty though )
maybe genius said...
Followed you over from Nicola's blog party. I've seen you around on many of the blogs I follow, and I've poked my head over here a few times, but I thought I'd actually comment this time :)

Poor snowman. Didn't stand a chance, did he?
Whirlochre said...
hampshireflyer
Nice to see you over here at the Abyss.

I suspect there are creative consultants out there being paid a hundred grand a year for doing what most writers can do in their sleep. That said, Feta does have to sell, I suppose, so sophisticated whipped semen visuals are out.

Stacy

Last night I tried mulled wine for the second time in my life.

This sounds like a line from a dystopian futcha-novel where exotic festive drinks are outlawed like cocaine.

Kerrie
Glad you spotted that one. Shame the same can't be said for its neck — unless by 'well-modelled' you mean 'hilariously non-existent'.

maybe genius
And a jolly good thing too. Rumour has it that commenting for the first time here is marginally more exhilarating than having weasels texting home down your trousers.

McKoala said...
"normally things are a little more classy round here"

Are we talking about the same blog?
Whirlochre said...
Of all people, you should know how impolite self-deptecating humour is when used on someone else...
stacy said...
This sounds like a line from a dystopian futcha-novel where exotic festive drinks are outlawed like cocaine.

Yes. Story of my life.
fairyhedgehog said...
McK was saying what others were thinking...
Whirlochre said...
Tempted to say hrmmmmph but I don't want to embarrass myself by spelling it incorrectly...
Robin S. said...
Nope. Not Tammy, Whirl. Paul Abdul. 1988.
Whirlochre said...
How I hate it when the answer isn't Tammy Wynette...
McKoala said...
Yeah, we know about that self-deptecating humour. (Tee hee FH!)

Word ver: phoos.

Speaking of classy...
Whirlochre said...
'classy' was a typo too.

Should have said 'crassy'.



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