Was thinking the other day about the sheer amount of time I spend per year in the state of New York. Was immediately motivated to think about other things, namely, how far away from the state I've been.
Thankfully, pretty far*.
It does look as though I have some travelling to do in the Midwest though.
*Editorial note for K.'s sake: I do appreciate what natural beauty New York possesses. However, I am not currently in a region that boasts it, and I was also referring more generally to the fact that for a state I don't even technically live in, I spend an awfully large percentage of the year there.
Thankfully, pretty far*.
It does look as though I have some travelling to do in the Midwest though.
*Editorial note for K.'s sake: I do appreciate what natural beauty New York possesses. However, I am not currently in a region that boasts it, and I was also referring more generally to the fact that for a state I don't even technically live in, I spend an awfully large percentage of the year there.
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What kinda dork goes to Idaho?!?
The same kind of dork that would go there three times, and as if that wasn't enough, then proceed to work there.
*The aforenamed author of the original post reels stealthily only to retort from such a malicious attack with a most exacting and brutal volley of his own.
"Your father was a hamster and your mother smelt of elderberries!"
*The replying writer shudders at the very utterance of such a wonderfully poetic and verbose melee, not thought possible by practitioners of the English language. Wounded so deeply that she lay in the fetal position quivering in a spastic convulsion that could only mean death, the original author forgives her for her initial trespass. With new reason for life, Hope arises and thanks profusely for her new injection of vitality and they then have tea and silicon wafers........
"Whos your diaper daddy?!?"
*It takes a considerable amount of tea to wash down silicon chips, but they manage it, while Hope strongly advises the author of the aforementioned post to consult his thesaurus more carefully in future. Also, seeing as how elderberries are not particularly odiferous, and the flowers are actually quite fragrant, Hope highly doubts that her mother would take offense to such libel. The rules of engagement, however, must be observed, and therefore she counters with the following devastating riposte:
"You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called 'Arthur King,' you and all your silly English k-nnnig-ets!"
*In tooth-rattling, knee-shaking terror of the threatened nasal barrage, the unfortunate would-be besieger leaps promptly into the nearest cauldron as instructed, where he sits and contemplates the rosy flush now spreading across his cubicle-pale complection. Presently Hope relents, and, descending from her invincible tower-top of caustic witticisms, helps him out of the cauldron (now at a rolling boil, perfect for potatoes), and the repentant sinner falls to his knees and curses the hubris that prompted him to assail the Mistress of Insult herself, before she is forced to taunt him a second time.
Exeunt stage left
"I smell because I care."
John Cleese at such poor renditions
That would be Michael Palin's line you're referring to.
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