Saturday, March 26, 2005
Neither jot nor tiddle will we cede to the grammar thugs, swore the Lower Case Legion. Sadly, they were inherently mistaken.
Friday, March 25, 2005
We engendered our little spenders until they became lenders of blenders to deadenders. Engendering carries such risks, especially through the male.
(Word "Engendering" suggested by RuthN)
Thursday, March 24, 2005
If we turn to the book of Parthenogenesis, we find in chapter thirteen, verses six through nine, these admonitions: Do not ye make origami of thy neighbor's title deeds, for she may smite thee with rat poison. Do not ye double park in front of the municipal court building, unless ye be an idiote. Especially do not ye ever call a baby ugly in the hearing of the child's forebears, for a plague of hinds and withers shall be visited upon ye forthwith. An follow these simple rules and ye shall have prosperity and the best avocados in the produce section.
Scholars disagree on the meaning of this text, clearly written by the author known as SM. It does not seem to have been subject to the efforts of the Redactor, but rather represents a survival from the original manuscript. The most common exegesis is that this text remands the reader not to cut in theater lines. It may, however, also refer to the spontaneous birth of fatherless children.
(Word "Parthenogensis" suggested by RuthN)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
"Captain, it's a crazy plan, but it just might work."
"What do you propose to do to my ship, Gordie?"
"Well, if we supplement the Joffrey Tube with the ovipositor from yon giant alien spaceworm, we may be able to generate sufficient velocity to break the Innerprize
out of this warpgasso zone."
"Why..that would be hyperovulation."
"Don't egg me on, sir."
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
The bloviate blowhard blusters through the bivallate burg, bragging at his betters and blistering the bumpkins. Better to be a bastard than to bloviate.
(Today's story by guest author RuthN)
Monday, March 21, 2005
We sprung the clowns from their rubber prison, sprayed them with limewash, tossed strawberries til they were virgin's blood pink, then escorted them to the state line, where they sprung away on rubber-tipped heels, laughing like zombie hyenas.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Ergotism is the scourge of modern culture and politics. If only the ravages of this condition could be reined in, our leadership might be able to focus on reality, get away from nibbling on rye bread and choking on pretzels, and stop seeing witches in the corner. Cogito ergot somewhat, I always say.
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