Then there are the reverse superlatives, e. g. from Benny Hill:
I call the big dog Meany,
On account o' he's the meanest,
And I call the pup Liberace,
On account o' he's the pianist.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Then there are the reverse superlatives, e. g. from Benny Hill:
I call the big dog Meany,
On account o' he's the meanest,
And I call the pup Liberace,
On account o' he's the pianist.
I can handle kinda cute.
Hey ita, you should pick this up and then play it with Polgara, and the rest of us can watch and laugh.
I'll be in my bunk.
And a large portion of my family just retired to my bunk, and they have no clear idea why.
And a large portion of my family just retired to my bunk, and they have no clear idea why.
ewww.
Keep your hodgeberries to yourself, ita.
They're not hodgeberries! They're scrabble tiles. TWO HUNDRED OF THEM! And we will play with them forever!
Your families might masturbate together for bonding. Mine doesn't.
Trivial Pursuit for mine. Once we get to spelling out all of the words, it's time to shut down the game.
Allyson, in my experience, the people with the most violent physical reactions (nausea and headaches) to the smell of smoke on a person are, well, ex-smokers.
Before I smoked and quit, it didn't bother me at all. When I smoked, it didn't bother me.
FWIW, you didn't have Smoker's Reek when I met you.
I have Super Scrabble. It is a good idea for people who look forward to four hours of fucking Scrabble. I am not one of those people.