Start using post appearances as wine-tasting events.
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Zoooooooooby! Who else? He just made a fortune ($3.52 was it?)! ... if he hasn't spent it on laundry yet.
It's funny you should ask that quetion, because once, when I was recovering from a jellyfish sting I sought to sue the manufacturers of jellyfish, here in the US, but it turned out that what they, in fact, produced was fish jelly not jellyfish, but I was confused due to it sometimes being referred to as jellied fish, rather than fish jelly. At any rate. Johnnie Cochrane took the case, but try as he might he couldn't create a good, catchy rhyme to apply to the situation ("If the jelly don't fish, you must return the dish!" didn't make a whole lot of sense to anyone.) so I lost, and now I'm hunting for the real manufacturers of jelly fish, which, it turns out, are other jelly fish. (Yes, jelly fish make more jelly fish.) I'm currently surfing the web searching for their attourneys. Wat do you do if...No, I mean What do yo dou if...No, I mean Wat do you do f...No, Imen What do yu du if...No, I mean What do you do if...No, I mean ehat do you do [/if]......NO I men Hat if you do it..?NO, I MEAN IF YOU DO IT HAVE IT DO WHAT IF YOU DO? Have it? Do you?
Don't make any hasty decisions based on feelings. It could be you're actually only fœling, or fæling, or føøling, or féåling.What do you do if you receive a PM from a total stranger asking for help on the following problem:
Simple, I would reply...
You mean I don't? I am so disappointed. Oh, the sweet delusion of innocence... Oh no! Oh no! where did it go? Oh no!
Jump out of the car, quickly persuade the jellyfish to turn into "fishjelly", (thereby cleaning the motor for restart) restart your eingine and restart your trip to Your (ooooops) UrAnus and restart singing that ditty that you can't get out of your head!
Brains are a lot like engines ... might I suggest fish-jelly or WD40: two squirts up each nostril should dissolve all stuckness.
Byte down hard and start glueing together the A's & G's then the C's and T's and then add them all together in there right sequence, and Voila, your baaaaaack!
Try substituting zoobonoacrylate - Zoobyglue™. Comes in the convenient 55 gallon drum. Available at a ZoobyBrushShelter Depot™ near you.What do you do if you neglect to mow the back yard for a while, go out there and start trying to tame the short jungle with your 5 hp mower, only to discover the yard has been commandeered by a colony of slithery, reptilian, scuttling, critters with sharp teeth, talons, and long tails, who make an exceptionally unpleasant crunching noise when you mow them into mulch?
Buy ear-protectors, mulch away till they Crunch no more, then remember to mow your lawn frequently enough that they cannot gain a slitherscuttle upon it...
It's a question of misplaced negatives. For your part... you have the heart... not to tell them.
Er... that character, the "silent" statue guy, who felt he only lacked perspective was cut out of The Wizard Of Oz because he was too boring.
Sounds "finger lickin' good" to me ... perhaps he's not out of containers at all, but simply an envious, desserted relative of Colonel Saunders. Mmmmmmmmmm-mmm!
Kick the flatulent Dog out of the igloo, then cuddle up, with my wife!
After the dog has somewhat deflated outside, let him back in and cuddle up with the dog. just to be clear, i would draw the line at physical proximity with the dog in such a way as to reduce combined surface area and therefore minimize heat loss... applications: space heater - toe blanket - filler in of that niche in your back that chills up? don't really know about the wife thing... i don't have one of those either. (heh! funny thought, me with a wife!)
Use your dog voice (and flatulence) to round up the little 'porkers', and sell them off for Bacon, take that money, and go see a plastic surgeon to have your voice restored...
This could never happen, as the first Robin Of The Spring can be none other than our inimitable Mr. Parsons so any "Bird Chirping" sounds could at best approach a scanty approximation.
Call me! so I can do some "First Robin of the Spring, Bird Chirpin" for you, and cheer you up!
It's funny you should ask that quetion, because once when I was enjoying a demi-tasse of café laced with a measure of ƒireƒly's "Gastroluminescnt" Pure Molasses Rum™ at one of the out door tables at the Café du Lapin Dormant I noticed the little robins begging for bits of croissant and madeleines from the customers looked rather thirsty as well, so I ordered a shot glass of Parson's® Sparkling Aged Vodka for each and every one of them (30 or 40) and had the garçon set them down on the tile where they could reach them.
I suspect your new following might have more to do with your sunny signature than your gifted spirit.
Your prospects for change are excellent at this juncture...Chase the Moon!
You lead a life of lunacy, lit by the stars.
given that "Know" where is a place of obvious "know"ledge I would derive from whatever of the "know"ledge(bookshelf) that was there, in "know" where(?), and figure out how to divest myself of any, and all, dispair...disparegments, dispersals, disperrs...er, uhmmm, dis'disesperairdis IDAKNOW!
If you can dodge your désespoir, you'll ask of her what you desire, but if you're acting sensibly, you'll ask her how she is, simply.
Use your common sense to take the "far fetched" and make it near fetching, all the rest follows, of it's own accord...
Ionize it and learn to play it.
"Skip to the Loo, my dar'lin..."
Hire a bulldozer to haul you to the loo.
Roll over, for if after that you cannot figure out if you 'left off the right' or had it 'right, when left', then breath very deeply,... "You are getting sleepy...watch the spinnnnning disc, shiny disc...(Insert sound, of you, sleeping/and perhaps drowning, in that canal)"
I don't think I'll be risking much sleep at all till this interesting mood you're in passes. What do you do if a crazed Canadian intellectual seems to have confused you with his true nemesis, the Prime Minister of Canada?
Nicest thing about 'labels' is that you can switch the product underneath them, and still call them the same thing, now about this crazed Canadian intellectual thingy who the heck ever told you I was an intellectual, how dare you go around spreading such clearly false, and abusive, misappropriations of my Internet Personnnnna, explain yourself Sir, or face the Duel Du Duels Du deUx...twice!
Say "Mon Nom est.._________" (and make certain you fill in that blank with your real name or else you will have several Angry FrenchMen after your name, and fortune, and reputation, and anything/everything else I can think of...later...)
Surrender, willingly!
Just remember the Twilight Zone:
I had that! it's delicious!
Ours! obviously!
Confabulate vigorously.
I do not think I would attend even were I allowed since, given the dietary proclivities evident in that household, an invitation to dinner may merely mean they are lacking a desert.What do you do if you suspect this thread is about to enter a hemiola?
Hey. Messiah. Answer, then ask. Don't cause a hemiola. There's a rhythm going on here.
Whoooaaaahhh! I'm impressed. Damn fine save.
I would give ten extra bonus points to the person who, alone among a sea of physicists, knew what a hemiola was!What do you do if you lack a hemi-demi-semi quaver, but it seems to be playing Hayden seek with you?
