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Why's everyone looking at me like that??
Arboricide in Warfare
Cows in Warfare
Why's everyone looking at me like that??
Arboricide in Warfare
Cows in Warfare
J. Passepartout said:Once upon a time there were two herds of cows, seperated by a forest thick with brush. These two herds were bitter enemies, and one day one of the herds found, near a very thick section of brush, a gallon of gasoline and some matches...
Oh my! Is this alien dealing in relics?pre-liftoff anal probing of little scientific but great commercial value in select circles both here and back home
No, no, quotation marks would just make it sillier. Instead of the serious discussion about the proper disposal of kings you have now, you'd have something like this (I allow myself the liberty of inserting quotation marks in a select portion of the story to demonstrate...)It's harder to critique something obviously not meant to be taken too seriously. Certainly a lot would be added in that case...like quotation marks.
Now, that is silly - not to mention puerile. Quotation marks are overrated.Are the "orbs" of Mars aligned properly with the "zodiac" and the "instrument" prepared?
Yes, the "balls" are on a roll and the "Very Big Gun" is loaded, master!
Peter Ebbesen said:No, no, quotation marks would just make it sillier.
Now, that is silly - not to mention puerile. Quoation marks are overrated.
...And yes, evidence does exist that Sinatra really didn't like Elvis' music (he opposed the new wave of Rock'n'Roll that threatened his and many others' position) but eventually had to concede defeat (somewhat graciously). But, as it turned out and was revealed in Death of the King #4, he eventually got his own back, AND he got his money. A perfect ending. (I never really liked Elvis' music either )but then, I never really liked his songs anyway, so who cares. A gig’s a gig, and I got my money.
And I did put on my 3-foot platform boots, my blue retinal implants, my makeup, and my spiffy suit, and did return to the role I loved so well, standing tall (MUCH taller than my brothers ever did back home) fooling the natives with a song, a dance, and a twinkle in my big blue eyes as I had done so often before. To think I did all that; And, may I say – not in a shy way, Oh no, Oh no, not me, I did it my way.