.. fearless on my breath ..

So I found this too funny. I was watching the episode of The Reluctant Traveller with Eugene Levy. It’s the one where he goes to Sweden. So he bakes bread with a local there. And while they are eating the bread he baked, the lady tells him about a folklore about the bread (assuming from their area) dating back to 18th Century. She says, that women would sleep with a loaf of bread under their arms overnight to boost the pheromones. And then they had to give it to the person they were going to marry. And if the man ate it, and liked it, he would know “ Yea, this is the one.”

I found this extremely hilarious! What if she prefers armpit hairs, some of the hair would do as the seasoning on the loaf of bread? 😂😂

Then, I actually tried to look it up. But I didn’t find anything related to it! Closest I found was a courting custom in Vienna, Austria, in the 19th Century, at social gatherings, particularly dances or balls, young, available women who were seeking a suitor would place slices of an apple in their armpits before dancing.

As the woman danced throughout the night, the apple slices would absorb her sweat and the natural pheromones she produced. At the conclusion of the festivities, she would offer one of these sweat-soaked apple slices to the man she was interested in courting.

The ball was in his court at that point: if the man reciprocated her feelings and was interested in her, he would take the apple slice and eat it.

This too, I found hilarious. But as Eugene Levy immediately responded to that lady - “That’s a horrible tale”. 😂😂😂

I think, I will remember this custom for a very long time! 😂😂

Maybe brave ones of you can give it a try and let me know how it goes, if you find the love of your life? 😂😂🤪

emtropi:

the alien when it bursts out of someone‘s chest:

Hello and Byeee! 😂️😁️

“बेलें फिर भी उगती हैं और गूछे भी खिलते हैं
और चलते हैं अफ़साने, किरदार भी मिलते हैं
वो रिश्ते दिल-दिल-दिल थे, वो दिल थे, दिल-दिल दिल थे
ग़म दिल के बस चुलबुले हैं, पानी के ये बुलबुले हैं
बुझते ही बनते रहते हैं
ग़म दिल के बस चुलबुले हैं, पानी के ये बुलबुले हैं
बुझते ही बनते रहते हैं
दिल से, दिल से, दिल से, दिल से”

Bulleh Shah asmaani ud-deya pharonda ay
Te jera ghar betha unoon pharya ee na

Bulleh Shah, you try grabbing that which is in the sky
But you never get ahold of what sits inside your own house

Bas kareen o yaar
Let the race end, my friend..

“No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing floor
No time for the killing floor
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you”..

I know you think I’m a psychopath
A Democrat lurking in the dark
This sucks, I’m the K-mart soda jerk
Cirque du trash, I kept the stash
Fukuoka candy straight from Japan
Hologram Anne, she was never as near
I think you know what I need to get by

Work time! So there will be very little of me here (hunted and added my favourites on here on other platforms just in case 😂🏹) and in the next few days this page will all be displaying songs that I will be listening to on repeat while I work. Which of course is for not everyones ears. 😂😂😂😋

Strating with this:

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