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Posted By: alsetalokinWait until they hear about Fleisswater (tm TKLabs GmbH), the newest product from our European branch. Its properties are still secret (this week's "soon" announcement has been postponed until soon-after-next, sorry for the inconvenience) but are guaranteed nevertheless.FlissWassa? Wassa that? ;)
And anybody who doesn't do their due diligence gets a swat upside the head.
Posted By: maryyugoU of Missouri goes a bit deeper into the rabbit hole.
https://news.missouri.edu/2013/07/02/tabletop-nuclear-fusion/
Posted By: AngusHe seems to be an aficionado of ergonomic bicycle deign, at least.
Posted By: alsetalokinI can't tell you how absolutely distraught that makes me feel.I can feel your pain. What in particular is distraughting you?
Posted By: maryyugoPosted By: alsetalokinI can't tell you how absolutely distraught that makes me feel.I can feel your pain. What in particular is distraughting you?
Posted By: AngusThe verb you are seeking is, in the infinitive form, "to distract". You should ask al what is distracting him.
Definition of DISTRAIT
: apprehensively divided or withdrawn in attention : distracted
Posted By: alsetalokinI can't tell you how absolutely distraught that makes me feel.It is not a manservant's place to inform as to his state of mind. This remains better unsaid.
(said Jeeves)
Posted By: Andrew PalfreymanPosted By: alsetalokinI can't tell you how absolutely distraught that makes me feel.It is not a manservant's place to inform as to his state of mind. This remains better unsaid.
(said Jeeves)
Posted By: Andrew PalfreymanEvery morning for three terms an aged retired whore from the town would stagger into my bedroom bearing an enormous porcelain jug filled with hot water, and pour it into the large porcelain bowl on the washstand, on the lower level of which sat a stout porcelain pottie. "Mornin' Sir" she would cry in her local burr.
Ringsend
(after reading Tolstoy) Oliver St. John Gogarty
I will live in Ringsend
With a red-headed whore,
And the fan-light gone in
Where it lights the hall-door,
And listen each night
For her querulous shout,
As at last she streels in
And the pubs empty out.
To soothe that wild breast
With my old-fangled songs,
Till she feels it redressed
From inordinate wrongs,
Imagined, outrageous,
Preposterous wrongs,
Till peace at last comes,
Shall be all I will do,
Where the little lamp blooms
Like a rose in the stew;
And up the back garden
The sound comes to me
Of the lapsing, unsoilable,
Whispering sea.
Posted By: Andrew PalfreymanPosted By: alsetalokinI can't tell you how absolutely distraught that makes me feel.It is not a manservant's place to inform as to his state of mind. This remains better unsaid.
(said Jeeves)