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QUESTION:You've got yourself a contract Artist.....your metaphorical wx.
analogies would blowtorch the Hanes right off ol' JB.....maybe you could
even analog some of the Renaissance years for good measure; myself, i
find 1654(BC) a decent analog to current year based on a soil sample i
dug in my backyard(500ft. deep w/ son's Tonka backhoe).....so opine &
let your pithy wx. posits fly!
ANSWER: Wundebar! Where do I F-150 pickup my rice/wheat/corn chex or will
they be FEmaled (minus the IRON) to my addy abbaba? While the pun
gene runs in my family foliage, I seriously doubt I can skewer to the
likes of your pun-ultimate missives. After all, anyone who can
shoehorn Tonka trucks and the Renaissance into one (fence)post has
more than a way with the almighty vehicular vernacular.
General consensus, spearheaded by our fearless leader Captain JB,
depicts the kernel of the problem as the commanding presence of
anything-but-private WAAdvection (INCOMING!) of amphibian-like
proportions for points East over the next few days. One can only
shiver-me-timbers when Captain JB begins his column in earnest with
the leader, "Before I get (Mess!) cranking" and then invokes Operation
Blowtorch. And...the chicken-feed nugget du jour appears near the
(bitter) end of the (tank) column, "...don't spin it. What good does
that distortion do?" Uh, pardonnez-moi, s'il vous plait, mais that's
excess divulgence adrift leading to excess divergence aloft, as in HOT
AIR RISING.
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