I never saw the U.S. version of Pippi Longstocking in the late 1980s, so I missed Tami Erin in the role:
Of course, she was a teeny back then, but she did grow up, oh yes she did:
…and more mature:
Now, like so many of them, young Tami seems to have lost her acting career (because age, whatever) and gone over to The Dark Side OnlyFans — no I don’t have access — and this seems to be the kind of thing she does now:
It’s a long way from Pippi, but there it is.
As I mentioned in last week’s post about winning a lottery, there would be travel. Lots of travel. And I have to say, this one would feature towards the top of the list.
By the way, you’ll want to hit the above link, because (unusually) the article contains some of the most beautiful travel pics I’ve ever seen.
My route would differ only slightly:
…in that I’d leave off Switzerland –great scenery, but horrible people and fanatically-enforced speed limits — and take a trip instead up the Rhône Valley via Nice.
I’ve been to a couple of the places mentioned, and I’d be very happy to see them again (take a bow, Heidelberg and Innsbruck). The others (Bruges, Liège, etc.) are all on Ye Olde Bucquette Lyste anyway, but I’d add Como (north of Milan) because reasons.
As for which car I’d take? My current heartthrob, the BMW Z8 (4.9-liter V8 engine generating about 400hp, you betcha):
Nice and reliable, with looks that rival its spiritual predecessor, the 1958 BMW 507.
Or if shipping it over is too much hassle, I’d just buy something Over There that’s modern and boring but equally reliable, like a Mercedes SL:
A fortnight that trip is supposed to take? Try four weeks, or even longer.
And speaking of freaks:
...hate to break it to you, Bub, but she doesn’t owe you anything.
...and I agree. Most kids nowadays, when thinking about Michelangelo, think of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and not the Sistine Chapel.
From the Department of Medical Fearfulness:
...still not killing people though, is it? That’s because it’s like a mild flu, so stop with the panicky headlines already.
...ooh, Insty’s being all sarky again.
...looking at the article, I can see about six reasons to fire her other than popping a White Claw at the wheel.
From the annals of Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©:
...he needs to go off the deep end with a large concrete weight tied to his fucking ankles.
...but if you’re picturing blood and scattered body parts, I’m sorry to disappoint you.
...oops, busted. Although the engines on their buggies should have been a clue.
...keyword: American.
...still trying to figure out the actual crime, here.
But there’s always INSIGNIFICA:
..hur hur.
And speaking of meat feasts, here’s one for sore eyes:
...here’s the pic, but it’s kinda disappointing:
…so here’s the real thing, also in the color purple:
Aaaaaand… that’s the news.
From some houri OTI:
“I don’t have sex on Friday the 13th, it could end a relationship.”
…or end up in a relationship, depending. Triskaidekaphobia at its finest.
I’m reminded of the old Jewish question: “What makes this day different from all others?”
In this chick’s case, probably that.
From Sderot in Izzieland come these heartening pics of a sabra doing her shopping:
More like this, please. It’s just too bad this kind of thing wasn’t common before the fucking Arabs invaded.
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