Not a Bad Binge

Invisible City (Portuguese: Cidade Invisível) is a Brazilian fantasy Netflix television series created by Carlos Saldanha. It is based on a story co-developed by the screenwriters and best-selling authors Raphael Draccon and Carolina Munhóz. It stars Marco Pigossi as Eric, an environmental police officer who uncovers a hidden world of mythological entities from Brazilian folklore as he searches for a connection between his wife's death and the mysterious appearance of a dead pink river dolphin on a beach in Rio de Janeiro.

The English overdubbing isn't bad, but you really should watch it in the original Portuguese with English subtitles if you can—if for no other reason, IMHO, Portuguese is an incredibly sexy language and a lot of the ambient sounds are lost with the overdubbing.

Stolen Jokes

Did you realize that if you sit on the toilet at 11:59 and the clock strikes midnight, it's the same shit, different day?

I'm good at sleeping. I can do it with my eyes closed.

I love long walks on the beach with my girlfriend until the LSD wears off and I realize I'm just dragging a stolen mannequin around a Wendy's parking lot.

As a kid, did you ever knock on people's doors and run away before they could answer? Well, guess what, UPS is hiring.

My employer is going to fire the employee with the worst posture.
I have a hunch, it may be me.

Him: I got bitten on my walk by a Great Dane.
Her: My God, imagine if it had been a small child.
Him: I could have fought off a small child.

At the end of WW2, Ian Fleming – who later wrote the James Bond books – was working at Bletchley Park and then was put in charge of searching for and capturing the Nazi rocket scientists before the Russians could get to them. Each morning he would wake up, untangle the knotted leads to his earphones by shaking them hard then walk down the garden path to his Aston Martin, avoiding the dog shite in the grass by the road. He had a mnemonic for doing these tasks: Shaken knots, turd.

I'm looking for the book Ventriloquism for Dummies.

Tech enthusiasts: My entire house is smart.
Tech workers: The only piece of technology in my house is a printer and I keep a gun next to it so I can shoot it if it makes a noise I don't recognize.

Rage Against the Machine never specified what type of machine they were furious with but I suspect it was probably a printer.

If any of you non-rich people want to go to space for 10 minutes, I know a good brownie recipe.

Apparently, it's rude to poke someone in the forehead and say "skip intro" when they start talking to you.

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Is This…

…two grooms or the best man dumping one final load into the groom before he has a wife? Inquiring minds want to know.

(I'm gonna go with the latter because I've watched way too much porn.)