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yowyowyaoi · 1 year
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*on the phone*
Hidan: Heeeyyy, Kakuzu! Um, Dei and I need you to come to 425 Walnut Street, and bring $1500 with you.
Kakuzu: Are. You. Insane?! Fifteen hundred dollars?? FOR WHAT?!
Hidan: Er, t-there’s this really fuckin’ cool Escape Room we’re doing, and it costs that much …
Kakuzu: What kind of “Escape Room” is that goddamned expensive??
Hidan: Well -
Deidara, in the background: Oi, did you ask him for the bail money yet? Or do I need to use my one phone call to beg it from Sasori, hm?
Kakuzu:
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tattoorue · 2 years
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teyamloving12 · 1 year
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Bestie we need that foursome story with Tono, ronal, neytiri and jake PLZZZZ BAIL ME OUT OF HORNY JAIL🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️
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Set my baby free. I got that bail money
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ask-reno · 2 years
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funbearer · 1 year
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100yearoldcomics · 2 years
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July 16, 1922 Bringing Up Father by George McManus
TOP PANEL [ID: Maggie lies back, relaxed, in a wooden boat, lounging under her parasol. Jiggs sits in front of her, struggling to row the boat. /end] Maggie: I could go on like this for ever and ever! Jiggs: Say, do you know I'm payin' fifty cents an hour fer this boat! [INFLATION GUIDE: In 2022 dollars, Jiggs is renting that boat for almost $9/hr. /end]
MAIN COMIC [ID: Dinty Moore and two other of Jiggs' working-class friends sit morosely in Dinty's backyard. Jiggs stands beside them. /end] Dinty Moore: Poor Grogan. If he don't raise $500 bail, he'll have to stay in jail. Friend: If he wuz out, he could git it! Jiggs: I'll see what I kin do. Grogan is an old pal of mine! [INFLATION GUIDE: Grogan's bail is a bit over $8,800. /end]
[ID: Back home, Jiggs cowers behind the back of his armchair as he peeks over to ask Maggie a question. Maggie, sat at a low table on a wooden stool, turns around, disgruntled. /end] Jiggs: Say, Maggie, can I have $500 of my money to lend to a friend? Maggie: You haven't got a friend worth $500, so stop raving and get dressed. We're calling on the De Cay's this afternoon!
[ID: Maggie joyfully converses with the De Cays while Jiggs stands sadly behind her. /end] Mrs. De Cay: We are so glad you called. We want Mr. Jiggs to see our art collection! Mr. De Cay: Is he interested in art? Maggie: Indeed, he is! Jiggs: I've done a lot of paintin' in my day. An' some plasterin'.
[ID: Mr. De Cay, a bald man with spectacles and a white beard & pointy mustache, shows off a painting on his wall to Jiggs. Jiggs looks at it suspiciously, one eye shut. /end] Mr. De Cay: Now there is a painting my wife paid $5000 for! Jiggs: The frame must be gold! [INFLATION GUIDE: That painting sold for over $88,175. /end]
[ID: Mr. De Cay grasps the lapels of his jacket and struts away. Jiggs stands, scandalized, in his wake. /end] Mr. De Cay: Pardon me just a moment, I hear my wife calling me! Jiggs: ? $5000 ?
[ID: Jiggs takes the painting off the wall, carefully eyeing his surroundings. /end] Jiggs: Poor Grogan should have studied paintin'!
[ID: Jiggs climbs out a window with the painting and balances himself atop a wooden fence. /end] Jiggs: This is the first time I have ever appreciated a paintin'!
[ID: Jiggs takes the painting to an authenticator's office. The authenticator, behind his desk, looks carefully at the painting. /end] Jiggs: I'll sell it fer five hundred cash! Authenticator: I'd like to see you. This picture is worth just five dollars.
[ID: Jiggs slumps off down the street with the painting. /end] Jiggs: The guy that made this paintin' ought to be in jail instead of Grogan!
[ID: Jiggs climbs back into the window. /end] Jiggs: I ought to let this guy know he has been stung, but I'll keep me mouth shut!
[ID: Mr. De Cay catches Jiggs in the act of re-hanging the picture on the wall. De Cay has a lit cigar in his hand. /end] Mr. De Cay: Ah! Ha! I caught you! Tried to hock it, hey? How much did they offer you? Jiggs: Only five dollars!
Mr. De Cay: You should have taken it. They only offered me two dollars! I tried it myself! [ID: Mr. De Cay sits down on an armchair and puffs a smoke ring from his cigar. Jiggs, stunned, drops the painting and falls forward. /end]
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shiftythrifting · 1 month
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This uh….. ornament? Found at a thrift store in Australia.
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onemagpie · 11 months
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venomgaia · 7 months
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Guys that go bump in the night
(minorly inspired by @karniss-bg3 's response to this ask)
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sea-owl · 11 months
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Kate & Penelope: Don't worry, baby. Mommy's gonna drop kick anyone that touches you!
Anthony & Colin: And Daddy is gonna bail Mommy out of jail.
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hay-389 · 13 days
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It’s crazy how I can get a literal C or lower in math class, but when it comes time to write a fanfic and I have to know how much a character makes in a year (something completely irrelevant to the plot), I become freakin’ Albert Einstein…doing research, crunching the numbers.
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dumbbanana · 10 months
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Late to the meme party but better late than never 🦈
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S03E08: "Eat A Knievel"
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jack-kellys · 11 months
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SORRY FOR PUTTING ANOTHER ASK BUT ANOTHER NON SHIP PAIR FOR THE MUGSHOTS
THE DELANCEYS 💀💀
no but here’s the thing. yeah
u can still send barbie meme requests <3
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never in the show was it said that the money they took to beat up trolley workers was legal work….
inspo vía @crystallizedtwilight’s color scheme work <3
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sounwise · 2 years
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Letter from Paul McCartney and Jane Asher [sent to Robert Fraser shortly after he was sentenced to several months in prison at Wormwood Scrubbs on June 29, 1967] Dear Robert, What a drag…you know what I mean. Brother Nick [Nicholas Fraser] rang and asked about the bread. All will be well, I’ll be back in London on Sunday, and on Monday I’ll sort it out. Everybody was amazed by the whole scene, as you’ve guessed, and rally is the word. Thursday [June 29, 1967] was one of those days…bank raid shooting, Jayne Mansfield dead…etc…and I tore a ligament in sympathy, so I am hobbling around the Wirral. Jane sends her love, love, and is baking a file cake. I send mine. The handcuff pictures in the papers are incredible, and ‘aroused public sympathy’. Mind you, a tennis player from the Upton Tennis Club (where balls are known as spheres) was overheard saying that he would have given the blighters ten years if he’d been the judge…What???… See you soon…nothing to say really. Sincerely best wishes Paul McCartney Jane Asher THE OFFICIAL ELVIS PRESLEY FAN CLUB OF GREAT BRITAIN
[—from Groovy Bob: The Life and Times of Robert Fraser, Harriet Vyner]
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