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|From:||Wesley Parish <wes.parish@...>|
|Date:||Tuesday, April 29, 2003, 11:59|
Let's just say I had a lot to learn about
corrupting the nether object.
Halfway through the project, Frank looked like he had been
slamming the wax badger.
One thing I could never figure out was how he kept his shoes on while
inspecting the Polish longshoreman.
The last time I saw him, he was
greasing up the emperor.
Then, I had to sit next to some crazy guy on the bus who was apparently
curdling the parking brake.
He was so drunk, he was literally
refining the midget.
They were hoping the neighbors couldn't see them
going to town on the surgeon general.
You give me five hundred dollars, I give you the negatives, and no one has to
know you were
hammering the surgeon general.
As some of us may have realized, I take a great deal of amusement from absurd
justapositions, and some of this leaks through to my conlangs - I've got at
least one word in Yhe Vala Lakha I owe to emacs' meta x dissociated press -
madeasun - insanity, madness, lunacy.
This site offers as yet unused euphemisms for that most enjoyable of pastimes.
I refuse to be more specific.
Mau e ki, "He aha te mea nui?"
You ask, "What is the most important thing?"
Maku e ki, "He tangata, he tangata, he tangata."
I reply, "It is people, it is people, it is people."