Ian McAskill's hot (and cold) flushes
I can't cope with this bloody weather. I'm just about to go and change for the fourth time today. Perhaps I should move to the Urals or something.
posted by Thea @ 8:03 PM
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3 Comments:
It used to go pack, peck, pick, pock, puck. Something to assist a tyke with his vowels. But with its n-1 degrees of freedom and the possibility that a one to one correspondence would be nonlinear in the betas, well this was just too much. One could start and then finish at different places, depending on such arbitrary things as food and drink, the One would become many, dogma and lemma forsaken, no etiology, a tower of Babel, blasphemy.
Snapped out,
d
you what?
Is it just me, or does The Urals aleays sound vaguely rude?
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