Thursday, June 25, 2009
Fun With Twisted Linguistics
Today's Words Gone Wild blasfomys pose a question. These are the, um, words:
shooping for food
Twisted though they are, it won't take you long to figure out who the clues point to. I wish there was a prize involved. There isn't, of course. You'll figure it out anyway, though, won't you? You are, after all, members of the Blasfomy Posse. These are the clues:
The way the press is treating me is unfare, as are the prices of plane tickets these days.
Men of my calibor are often found in high places.
I was recently one of several southward bound immagrants.
I suppose my wife has a ligimiate beef with me -- and South American meat.
I know that people are questioning my mentalty.
I probably need an attourny now, don't I? Several, perhaps -- criminal, civil, divorce, yada yada.
See these tears? No? Somebody bring me another onion! I'm really feeling discrimated against.
No, I wasn't out shooping for food last week. Or hiking.
My whole damn staff is angery at me.
Doiesn't an elected official deserve a little fun occasionally?
My security detail already knows I'm not an amatuer at this kind of thing.
Still, the phenominal sex was worth the terable press.
Who am I?