Self-taught free stylin’ slide guitar by “Ronnie” from Botswana. There’s another clip here, and his brother(?) plays as well:
Unfortunately I couldn’t find who these people are as the Utoobage notes are vague. I like the sound; similar to Soca. Listen to the roots of ska, rock steady, toaster and reggae in the rhythm and chord patterns while we awkwardly segue into The Overnight Open Thread.
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People Laughing Alone With Salad. Amazing what a little sprinkle of [insert slang name of illicit recreational drug here] will do to perk up a bowl of kale and keep anorexic models amused while a stock photo photographer clicks away.
BTW– Is that a male or female at upper left? What advertisement did that non-bulimic ambi-sexual person appear in? (Not that it matters, but the thought of bulimia makes me wanna puke.)
So what follows a salad with chucklehead dressing? The main course, of course, better known around these parts as The Overnight Open Thread.
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This could be either mere ignorance or pure dickery. I’d like to think that some moonbats at a protest campout pissed off the wrong dickerymeister who was long gone by the time this photo was snapped.
However, the lack of trash around the “campsite” seems to indicate that the perpetrator was a jerk who covered his a-hole buddy in muck and left him to face the wrath of the campers.
I’ll bet you that one Sunday morning, splatterboy is gonna wake up from a Saturday Night Stupor with “PENIS PENIS PENIS LOL” scribbled on his half-shaven head in indelible marker, and he’ll find that we’ve posted the proof right here on The Overnight Open Thread.
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You may have noticed some construction work outside The Blogmocracy Rec Room recently. We’ve installed a direct link to The DoD Boiler Room adjacent to the patio for anyone who wants to contact The BRC directly and ply them with tips, links, various comestibles and booze, or just to say howdy without having to knock on the secret hatch behind the couch with the cat stuff.
Don’t expect an immediate reply as they’re usually in deeply-focused concentration when they’re not hunkered over the foosball table. (That’s the clicking sound you hear, unless it sounds like bottlecaps bouncing around on the floor, which are bottlecaps bouncing around on the floor.)
A lack of response doesn’t mean one of them didn’t grab a Sharpie and note your message with time and date on the back of the nearest available Crew member. Now on to our regularly scheduled Overnight Open Thread.
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