Twisted Linguistics have decided they wish to do the blogging today, and who am I to gainsay them? They sort of went off the deep end and decided to cruise the Dark Side. They could have been bored, or they could have simply been having an off day. In any event, they took a stroll on the Wild Side -- which was pretty brave of them. In theory. See, they don't think. They get these wild hairs and just jump in, and the devil take the consequences. They perhaps spent a little too much time wandering aimlessly around the Dark Side (never a great idea). They returned with wild, glazed eyes and some nervous tics, but they didn't return empty-handed. No, they brought back this list of Words Gone not only Wild but gone off the deep end -- with which they dashed off this cockeyed story.
let bygons be bygons...
filoe a complaint
Bought a new fir alarm
Got I hate those basterd
yonger and yonger
a sepaerat constitution for thgose on the gold standard (you guys..you can't own gold in the us..ok?)
Hello! My name is Fritz and I want to tell you about my numnerous trips to Gesgurmany. I go there to buy – okay, steal – gold, which I have coveted since I was yonger and even yonger. It was on my forth trip that I was scammed into buying a new fir alarm. The con artists told me it would alert me any time my Christmas tree was plotting to attack me. Got, I hate those basterd sneaky trees! Unfortunatly, the alarm never went off and the tree beat me up with unforeseen rotten tuna many times. Well, that had me boilinf, I can tell you that. I went to the palace to filoe a complaint, and the King told me to just let bygons be bygons. I don’t think so. I made an obscene gesgur and threatened him with my fir. The King mistakenly thought I’d called him the Führer and threw me in prison. I hated prison. It made me very nerous, and caused my neros to go num. He finally let me out when I offered him the last of my gold. Then I almost got scammed again. By the King. He told me, “There is a sepaerat constitution for thgose on the gold standard (you guys..you can't own gold in the us..ok?). I told him I was but a simple, goldless fiiiiiir (to prevent his thinking I was calling him the “F” word again) alarm salesman. Then I told him he could trust me ok to sell him the means to filoe his dream of safety from The Great Tannenbaum Menace -- known in sales circles as Th Golden Gose. See, I am not for nothing the top seller in my pyramid scheme week after week. Ges! He bought a gross, paid me in gold, and I came home to the us to own my gold. Ich bin ein boilinf scammer, fir sure. By gon, I am so hot I'm on fir!
If your eyes are still focused and not rolled back in your head after that, you might be interested in taking another of these ubiquitous quizzes. This one wants to know how quirky you are.
|Your Quirk Factor: 65%|
You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."