Well, I can’t give you one.
But I can point you towards advice.
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I already got one, you see. (I told ‘im I already got one.)
It’s very nice.
Now go away, or I will taunt you a Second Time.
Henry, does that mean you know what the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow is?
Three, Sir. No – five – no – wait a minute – AAAAARGH!
African or European?
(There should be a law against this sort of thing)
And what about the knights who say “ni”, don’t forget them.
Stop hijacking my blog with inane nonsense, or I’ll fart in your general direction. ;-)
Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries!
Every time I try to talk to someone it’s “sorry this” and “forgive me that” and “I’m not worthy”...
Half a bleedin’ shekel for my life story?
Here at the University of Woolloomooloo we have a song.
clears throat
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya
‘Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away—
Half a crate of whisky every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And René Descartes was a drunken fart.
‘I drink, therefore I am.’
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he’s pissed.
Rule 6 – there is no rule 6
I hope you’re not making a mockery of one of my old alma maters:
No digital manipulation involved. (The day Lancaster University’s signs were repainted overnight I happened to have infra red film in my camera.)
Damnable provincials can’t spell.
http://www.dmoz.org/Regional/Oceania/Australia/New_South_Wales/Localities/W/Woolloomooloo/
Bugger . Linewrap.