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Do they carry this over to personal acquaintences – like family and relatives?

Like – I have the Can’t Cook Worth A Shit Aunt, and the Can’t Drive A Nail To Save His Life Uncle, and the She Can Sit On My Face Cousin.

Works for me.

Sweasel – superheroes – LOL! McGoo – ewwww!

He Farts in his Sleep Uncle, Smells like Mothballs Grandma and my favorite The Complete Slut Cousin, not to be confused with She Can Sit On My Face Cousin unfortunately.

And just what is pointless about Spastic Colon Girl?

She was always one of my faves…

He Gets In Arguements At Every Holiday Dinner Asshole Brother-in-Law.

She’s So Old That She Smells Funny, She Has Alzheimer’s and We Can’t Remember Who She’s Really Related To, But We Still Invite Her To Every Family Function and Pick Her Up At The Equally Smelly Old People’s Home Great Aunt.

Oh, god – what have I done!

mesablue – I have two – count ’em, two! – cousins that qualify as Complete Sluts. They’re also drop-dead gorgeous. I always look forward to seeing who (and what gender) they’re with at get-togethers.

Created a monster is what.
Anyway, who needs definite and indefinite articles, particles and verbs and things of that nature? It only takes up precious space that you can fill up with tits (in the case of The Sun and Daily Sport at least) or seditious nonsense (in the case of the Guardian). And that’s really what life is all about.

I’ve never had any great affection for indefinite articles anyway. Tool of the Devil, I say.

And don’t get me started on gerunds.

Time flies like an arrow.

…and fruit flies…

…like a rolling stone.

…gathering participles.

So, in the brit papers, would these guys be the Sausage Riot convicts?

http://www.boston.com/news/odd/articles/2007/09/13/inmates_go_on_sausage_temper_tantrum/?rss_id=Boston.com+–+News+of+the+odd

No, they’d be the Bangers Riot convicts …

Here’s headline (for the Sun)

Power of the Pink

Ahhhh…the power of pink. Makes the punks feel like fuzzy widdle bunny wabbits.

No, they’d be the Bangers Riot convicts …

Wow! That was bold, McGoo.

Wow, that was a total screwup on my part! I’m very sorry.

Let’s just shitcan the comment and forget it happened, ok ol’ friend? Pretty please?

McGoo, old pal –

Here is a picture of something pink that will lower your blood pressure…..

This will make you feel all better. It’s an old practice that’s been around for hundreds of years…

Yecchh! I think I’ll stick with Lisinopril.

I could tell a story about a humungous leech my bro found in a Canadian lake when we were li’l squirts, but that’s all there is to it: it was f’ing huge, to 10-year old eyes anyway.

And perhaps I should do some previewing when I piddle with those boldy thingys while posting. I think I doubled up on ’em. Must’a been intense.

McGoo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangers_and_mash

🙂

Thx, felix – I used to eat those about twice a month in Phoenix at George & Dragon on 48th. Love ’em. But Shepherds Pie is probably my favorite, although it varies from kitchen to kitchen. Best one o’ those I ever ate was in Dallas.

Whenever I eat English food I feel….caloric…like I’d depleted the universe’s local calorie supply. It’s a kind of field effect…like the meal has influence beyond my physical body.