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Here’s that pitcher of dicks you ordered, ma’am

Standing erect in the stream of Twitter archaeology news every week, we find the #PhallusThursday hashtag.

I feel like there’s a joke here that I’m not getting. Like the word for penis and the word for the fourth day of the week rhyme in ancient Assyrian or something and the PhD archaeologists are laughing at me for not knowing that.

But it’s probably just a cheap opportunity to post dick pics on Twitter.

Try it if you need a break from following #stonks, #GameStop and #robinhood. Phew!

Hey. HEY! I can quit Twitter any time I want.



I’ve had the theme from Phyllis stuck in my head all day. I was a fan. Particularly of that theme song. RIP Cloris Leachman.




Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: January 28, 2021, 10:23 pm

On my very first blog, many years ago, I blogged about an article regarding the (re-)finding of King Tut’s wang, which had apparently gone missing some time ago. Naturally, I also provided a variety of alliterative headlines, only a few of which I now remember:

-Monarch’s Missing Member Materializes Once More
-Pharaoh’s Phallus Finally Found
-Tut’s Todger Turns Up
-Dead Dynast’s Dick Discovered

And so on.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: January 29, 2021, 12:06 am

I think I said tallywhacker rather than todger, and I’m pretty sure dessicated was in the one with the Ds. And one of them rhymed. Wish I remembered it!

Comment from Weaseltablet3
Time: January 29, 2021, 12:45 am

The word tallywhacker makes me nostalgic for old country.

Comment from BJM
Time: January 29, 2021, 4:36 am

@Stoaty, just when you think you’re out….

There’s an appointment-only museum of dicks in Pompei and the Turin Museum’s Egyptian collection has naughty hieroglyphic scrolls. Everyone loves a dick. I wonder what archaeologists will make of our dickless culture.

Cloris Leachman will ever be remembered for her roles in the Brooks comedies. Her nurse Diesel in High Anxiety is a classic and may be my fav, with Frau Blücher a close second.

A lovely woman who never hesitated to make herself hideous if there was a laugh to be had, or painfully plain if the role warranted. The Last Picture Show still sort of haunts me.

Comment from BJM
Time: January 29, 2021, 5:43 am

Ho Lee Chit!! #silvershortsqueeze

Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: January 29, 2021, 1:16 pm

So they were making bone china 3,000 years ago!?

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: January 29, 2021, 3:38 pm

So… it was finally payday. Yuseff had been working his balls off for this cheap greedy Greek who ran the pottery. It was terrible! This was the year 13 of the reign of Whozawhatzit (13 B.C. or so) and you just couldn’t treat your workers like the old days. But the Greek didn’t care. And the work itself! First you’re slopping around up to your ears in wet clay (don’t forget and scratch your nose!) and then spinning up the potters wheel yourself cause that little brat who was supposed to do it got the plague or something. And that meant also shoveling the charcoal into the kiln – hot dirty work when it was already hot enough in the sun to melt a camel.

So Yuseff had had it. The minute he got his lousy drachma in his sweaty palm, he was so outta here. He smiled. To let the Greek know exactly how he felt, he’d left him a little surprise baking in the kiln. He’ll have been gone for a couple of days before the kiln cools enough for the Greek to find it though….

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 29, 2021, 7:17 pm

The Last Picture Show was an incredibly good film, BJM. I hated it.

To be fair, my mother took me to see it way too young because she wanted me to see what the Texas of her youth was like. She took me to see a lot of films I shouldn’t’ve, for similar reasons.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 29, 2021, 8:18 pm

Do you suppose there’s a potter who’d make me some asstrays?

I’m thinking ahead for my 2021 Christmas present list.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: January 29, 2021, 9:28 pm

I grew up in a little town very much like the town in “The Last Picture Show,” and about 100 miles from Archer City, the town portrayed in the movie, though it was named something else. Later on, I lived close to Claude, where the movie “Hud” was filmed. Stoaty, if you hated The Last Picture Show, I bet you really hated Hud. It left me feeling like a meteor had burned through my innards.(Having said that, I always wanted to write a sequel to Hud.)

Comment from dangedyankee latella
Time: January 30, 2021, 3:17 am

What’s all this talk about pennies and ass trays?


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 1, 2021, 1:21 am

I posted a comment with a link, but it’s not here. Spam trap? (Given the content of the linked image, it might be considered pron by a stupid filter.)

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