You know that old sayin' they got about buildin' a better mousetrap? Well, I been workin' on it all day. One thing's for sure. It don't involve a blender, a hunk of cheddar, and a miniature ladder.
Whenever I would complain as a kid, my mom used'ta says, "Earl, just be grateful that you don't got the polio." Then I did end up gettin' the polio. Man, you should'a heard me complain after that.
You might want to think about it before you buy any of them red licorice whips. First of all, they don't taste anything like licorice. Secondly, they just don't work. Not like a real whip.
Mom! I don't like these pants you got for me. They're the color of poop and the fabric is kind of itchy on my legs. Whoa, kid. Here in the Mirror-World, you ain't playing to win unless you're sporting a scratchy pair of diarrhea-brown slacks. Then these look good on me? Nah. Everything here is backwards. In your realm... better prepare to be a social pariah.
Re: “remorseless retailer of the retrograde”
Whoa! Many cats have feelings too!