I like this thread. It has a Henny Youngman/Don Rickles feel to it...
The Bladder Sling is just the Time Warp without the hop to the right.
This cannot be true for women at the extremes of obesity, it just can't.
Pretend for a moment you own a convenience store or a bodega (if you actually do then this wont be a stretch).
One day out of nowhere a 10 foot tall green lizard man with a long tail comes in. You and the patrons are terrified.
He goes to the cooler, gets a carton of milk, and brings it to the front desk, putting down a $5 bill, indicating the intention to make a purchase. Still shaking, you ring him up. He takes his change, nods his big lizardman head, and leaves.
Over the next week your town or neighborhood is abuzz with rumors about the 10' tall lizard man. Apparently he has been there for about a week, but every interaction people have had with him has been similar. No words spoken, but nothing frightening actually happens other than the huge man's presence.
Over the next month he returns to your store several times to purchase milk, and each time its the same, a brief encounter ending in a purchase. Difference now is you have exchanged hellos and he has thanked you verbally once or twice.
A month after that, not only does he no longer frighten you but you've had a short, reasonably pleasant conversation about the weather. His lack of objectionable action coupled with your willingness to come to no immediate conclusions about the threat level he posed lead to a situation that works for all involved.
I am actively searching for an argument I can leverage this allegory in...
When I was growning up, we had a lizardman loose in the swamps. He chewed up a couple of cars as I remember. I don't think he was fit for polite society.
Yep, it's true. Wikipedia says so:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizard_Man_of_Scape_Ore_Swamp
If -let or -lette is a diminutive suffix meaning small or petite, how many eggs would you need for an om?
If someone wishes you a nice weekend on a Friday morning, and you respond with "have a nice day" you actually owe them wishes for two nice days.
I started my day off in debt of sorts.
My grandfather was a butcher and a very angry Baptist. He lived his life like he had a personal vendetta against cows and children.
What if someone told you to have nice day,and you agreed to but secretly had a bad day? That would not be having a good day by their standards but it might be by yours .Then what? Now my brain hurts.:smack:
What if someone told you to have nice day,and you agreed to but secretly had a bad day? That would not be having a good day by their standards but it might be by yours .Then what? Now my brain hurts.:smack:
In our neck of the woods, it is no longer "Have a nice day."
It's "Have a good one."
I always wonder, but have never asked, "Have a good what?" While I presume "good one" is simply a substitution for "nice day", who can know for sure? Afterall, it could mean have a good laugh, a good cry, a good meal, a good ride home with your groceries, a good time mowing your lawn, a good homebrew (which goes without saying)... who really knows?
And I'm always reluctant to say 'thank you' because I have no idea exactly what "good one" it is this unknown 19-year old check-out associate presumes applies to me.
I always wonder, but have never asked, "Have a good what?" While I presume "good one" is simply a substitution for "nice day", who can know for sure? Afterall, it could mean have a good laugh, a good cry, a good meal, a good ride home with your groceries, a good time mowing your lawn, a good homebrew (which goes without saying)
Also:
"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"