this was in the mid 2000’s, probably between 2003-2008 and it’s a tv show. It’s animated and I remember the guy looking kind of creepy. It reminded me of the boondocks but I don’t think it was that. I think it was a late night Cartoon Network show but maybe Comedy Central. The only thing I remember from it was a guy with a very husky and raspy voice accomplishing something and saying something along the lines of “in the words of Newberry Medal award winning author Judy Bloom, I now possess the secret recipe for freckle juice!” I think he wore sunglasses as well.
I'm not sure if this is considered lost media but I think at one point when I was in 5th grade (2017) my teacher show me a movie that was based off of the book of the same name which was Freckle Juice. I just want us to wonder if anybody saw it or has a recording of it because I kind of want to watch it again. To be honest this is not something I desperately want to watch it again it's just something that I'm curious if anybody has saw it
I think at one point when I was about 8 or 10 years old, my teacher made us read Freckle Juice by Judy Blume. In my opinion it was a good book, my teacher said that if we finish the book, there'd be a surprise at the end. After a couple of days, we all finished the book and got to see the special surprise. Which was a movie adaptation of the book Freckle Juice. I'm not sure if this is considered lost media but I really want to see this movie again, it's been several years. I'm not sure if anybody has Freckle Juice the movie. Heck, I don't even know if it was on VHS or if it was on some old vintage film. Well I was researching this film I stumbled onto this website called World Cat, which is a public collection of all types of media from libraries across the United States. There was a listing for Freckle juice (Film, 1987) It showed tons of good information like the summary, the year it was released, The publisher, and company who made the film. I looked up Barr Films and I got several types of information saying that they were a distributor of films. So that the second company, Barrie Nelson Productions must have made this film. This might be a possible lead on where this elusive film is. But for now I must walk this world knowing that I might not see this film.
Clearly I drank too much of this as a child. What are your favorite freckle/sunspot lighteners or all over brighteners?
I'm using products with arbutin, niacincimide and vitamin C but I'm not sure what ingredients work the best.
For over a decade, I've been reliving the year 2005. Each year – or rotation as I call the passing of every 365 days – the cycle begins anew. Same routines. Same troubles in the news. Same people around me.
The rotations don’t begin on January 1st like you might be expecting, but instead on Christmas Day – just before midnight. That was the night I performed the ritual for the creature – Mister Morgenstern. For a decade or more I’ve kept up my end of the bargain with Mister Morgenstern. But for some reason, this last rotation, this last Christmas, something went wrong.
If you haven’t guessed already, it was my wish that this limbo of 2005 repeat itself. For reasons I’ll get into later. I will say now that I had no choice. I had to do it. It was the best thing for everyone.
Don’t mistake this for a confession. I’m not confessing. I am not seeking forgiveness for what I’ve done, nor am I repenting. I am beseeching your understanding – whoever you are reading this. And perhaps, with what’s transpired, these posts are my last gasp at immortality.
Friday December 23rd
I meet my husband Josh at the First Cup coffee shop off Mavis. Like I do every December 23rd. Like every rotation before, he’s sitting by the window, wearing his crisp white button down with the ebony cufflinks I bought him for his 38th birthday. He’s also wearing his cornflower blue necktie, his sharkskin suit jacket draped along the shoulders of his chair. His winter coat is crumpled into an unsightly black mass on the seat next to him. There’s a tiny espresso cup, the china unstained – glistening on the table.
At 40 years old, he’s still as handsome as the dashing young defense attorney I fell in love with: square jaw, high cheekbones, fine roman nose, and the most irresistible emerald eyes. His hairline has receded, the flesh of his temples now exposed, forming a kind of widow’s peak, but I don’t mind. I’ve tried to find his balding pattern uncomely to spite him, but I’ve never found his appearance any less appealing over the years.
He looks up at me, regarding me with a put-on air of remorse. It worked the first time – brought me to my knees, in fact. This time I’d rather he just drop the pretense and get it over with. I know what I am to him this day: one more drawn-out inconvenience on an already busy afternoon.
“Thank you for coming,” he says, referring to the message he left on the answering machine two hours ago. After seven rotations I have the thing memorized, down to the fil
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For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
They’re on standbi
Pilot on me!!
Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.
This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
What did 0 say to 8 ?
" Nice Belt "
So What did 3 say to 8 ?
" Hey, you two stop making out "
I won't be doing that today!
You take away their little brooms
This morning, my 4 year old daughter.
Daughter: I'm hungry
Me: nerves building, smile widening
Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.
Thank you all for listening.
There hasn't been a post all year!
It’s pronounced “Noel.”
After all his first name is No-vac
What, then, is Chinese rap?
Edit:
Notable mentions from the comments:
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Spanish/Swedish/Swiss/Serbian hits
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French/Finnish art
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Country/Canadian rap
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Chinese/Country/Canadian rock
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Turkish/Tunisian/Taiwanese rap
There hasn't been a single post this year!
(Happy 2022 from New Zealand)
For over a decade, I've been reliving the year 2005. Each year – or rotation as I call the passing of every 365 days – the cycle begins anew. Same routines. Same troubles in the news. Same people around me.
The rotations don’t begin on January 1st like you might be expecting, but instead on Christmas Day – just before midnight. That was the night I performed the ritual for the creature – Mister Morgenstern. For a decade or more I’ve kept up my end of the bargain with Mister Morgenstern. But for some reason, this last rotation, this last Christmas, something went wrong.
If you haven’t guessed already, it was my wish that this limbo of 2005 repeat itself. For reasons I’ll get into later. I will say now that I had no choice. I had to do it. It was the best thing for everyone.
Don’t mistake this for a confession. I’m not confessing. I am not seeking forgiveness for what I’ve done, nor am I repenting. I am beseeching your understanding – whoever you are reading this. And perhaps, with what’s transpired, these posts are my last gasp at immortality.
Friday December 23rd
I meet my husband Josh at the Second Cup coffee shop off Mavis. Like I do every December 23rd. Like every rotation before, he’s sitting by the window, wearing his crisp white button down with the ebony cufflinks I bought him for his 38th birthday. He’s also wearing his cornflower blue necktie, his sharkskin suit jacket draped along the shoulders of his chair. His winter coat is crumpled into an unsightly black mass on the seat next to him. There’s a tiny espresso cup, the china unstained – glistening on the table.
At 40 years old, he’s still as handsome as the dashing young defense attorney I fell in love with: square jaw, high cheekbones, fine roman nose, and the most irresistible emerald eyes. His hairline has receded, the flesh of his temples now exposed, forming a kind of widow’s peak, but I don’t mind. I’ve tried to find his balding pattern uncomely to spite him, but I’ve never found his appearance any less appealing over the years.
He looks up at me, regarding me with a put-on air of remorse. It worked the first time – brought me to my knees, in fact. This time I’d rather he just drop the pretense and get it over with. I know what I am to him this day: one more drawn-out inconvenience on an already busy afternoon.
“Thank you for coming,” he says, referring to the message he left on the answering machine two hours ago. After seven rotations I have the thing memorized, down to the fi
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