I am sure some language or culture has a K sounding interpretation you could use as an excuse... Don't them native nahuatl linguists know a word for a month in Nahuatl that has a klick in it? Might as well use battery acid if you're goin'a use asphalt.. Seriously, I gotta get a haircut though...
Ahh... Friday. The end of an unrelenting and interminable work week. Think I'll just put my feet up and relax here in my brand new E-Z Rest Recline Master® until Sunday night. Saturday afternoon... Late Sunday evening... Thank goodness I'm so disoriented from low blood sugar and severe dehydration, or the fact that my bladder just burst might disturb my almost cosmic state of total relaxation.
Honestly, Ted. I paid a lot for these nice silk boxer shorts... and you won't even wear them. Nothing personal, honey. I just don't like the way they get all crinkled up and shiny looking in the morning sun. It's purely an aesthetic issue for me. Fair enough. However, would you at least consider putting some type of garment on the lower half of your body? Not if it compromises the complex interplay of light and shadow over the rich terrain of my alabaster lap.
Uh, Ted, I was just curious if you knew anything about the hummingbirds lying scattered all over my backyard lawn? Hm. Are they dead? No... they're breathing, but they all seem like they're in a mild coma or something. Perhaps I can explain, Johnny. You see, I was spraying some bug spray earlier, and it was making the poor little things choke. So I went ahead and filled the hummingbird feeder with cherry-flavored cough syrup. What about my dog? She's not breathing at all. Did you give her the cough syrup, too? I tried, but the old girl was more intent on licking that pesticide off our comatose hummingbirds.
I want to see you in my office, Dan. You've gone way too far this time. What do you mean, sir? What do I mean? You recalibrated the milk carton-cutting machine so that the blade hits the assembly-line workers' fingers. Oh... that. I need them for the necklace I'm making. From human fingers...?!! It's worth a try. This blood-caked machete I've been carrying doesn't seem to discourage my customers from phoning in complaints about the poor service I've been providing.
Re: “silt-choked comedy nozzle”
I am sure some language or culture has a K sounding interpretation you could use as an excuse... Don't them native nahuatl linguists know a word for a month in Nahuatl that has a klick in it? Might as well use battery acid if you're goin'a use asphalt.. Seriously, I gotta get a haircut though...