you could watch this
or this
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I am fascinated by the fact that somewhere someone got paid to develop the process of printing a little M on billions of M&M’s. “So when you look back on the period February to July 1973, what exactly were you doing?” “Ah was designin’ the M printin’ machine, yer Honor”.
And really, where would we be without him? So a silent thank you. And to the team that drew the reindeer on my paper-toweling, and figured out how to plastify the tips of shoelaces, and mass produce corduroy, and let’s not forget the man or woman who figured out how to make ridges on toothpaste tube caps.
Who gets the lifetime achievement award for the envelope folding machine? And the discovery of that pre-dried glue that tastes like earwax that you always slice your tongue licking?
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I’d like to say a big fuck you to the members of the great worldwide disappearing act (you know who you are) all those hugs and promises of see you soon. There are degrees of bearable hypocrisy. Or rather necessary disingenuousness. Still, utter complete silence rather gives one the distinct feeling of not existing at all.
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I’m really tired of wearing the treads off my mind, spinning but not really gaining traction. So lets simply reverse and try something else for a change. Any colorful local insults you’d care to share? As for my own contribution, I do have a couple of properly pronounced Greek and/or Lebanese ones, but repeating them would apparently get me chased down and thoroughly beaten up. Everybody seems to be particularly sensitive when it comes to the juxtaposition of their mothers and animals, body parts, women of ill-repute, etc. An old semi-Israeli friend would always follow his mother insults with “lo nominativ” which was meant to indicate that it obviously wasn’t your specific mother he was referring to, but rather an abstract and universal hypothetical mother-concept.
Comments for “Yup” :
I’ve always thought a place in heaven or eternity or some pantheon or other should be reserved and furnished with especially nice cushions for the people/person that invented rumble-strips - you know, those bits (vibreurs, I believe our friends outre-Manche call them) at the side of the road that rumble when you drive over them (because you’re falling asleep, or a bad driver), thus encouraging you to remain alive.
BiB | Homepage | 29 02 2008 at 6:37 am
BiB, i have to agree that anyone contributing anything that generally encourages one to remain alive deserves, minimally, extra milk and cookies at snack time.
bering | Homepage | 03 03 2008 at 9:06 pm
I’m not sure that the person who invented that earwax tasting (and thank you for clarifying what it does taste like) mouth splitting glue deserves a lifetimes a
achievement award actually…or where you being sarcastic? (It’s late, I’m tired and so I can’t really tell) However if you are being sarcastic I’d like to offer an award of sorts to whoever came up with the stuff in catfood which means that your cat will only eat half a portion of something and then refuse to eat the rest (or anything similar) for the next three months.
As for local insults?
Well…
The best Geordie one I know (which I heard for the first time that my Uncle M was introduced to F - and discovered he was French) is “pick a winda” but that doesn’t really count as an insult does it? More the calm before a storm…as is the classic Geordie “Listen bonnie lad” which generally means that extrememly violent is going to follow very soon.
helena | Homepage | 14 03 2008 at 4:29 pm
Yes. Sarcasm. My middle name.
Pick a winda definitely needs a little explaining.
I just heard a pretty good though probably not widespread one, and you can hear it here.
bering | Homepage | 16 03 2008 at 7:31 pm