Saturday, November 10, 2012
Great Failures of our Time #29: First Fridge-Magnet Poetry
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The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
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I have no fridge and I must versify!
Put a velcro backing on the word blocks and stick them on any convenient sheep.
Next thing you know, H. Rumbold, The Man has all your magnets.
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I think we're ignoring the level of self-deception around Mrs. Brown's cow.
Oh so it doesn't rhyme so it can't be a poem? Scantionistas!
I expected drag-n-drop.
hmpf.
After a remarkably good outcome in a little urgent care clinic in Sacramento after an unfortunate encounter with an extremely angry gentleman with a big sharp knife (perhaps he was going camping?), I can unequivocally assure you that yes, boys can indeed learn to sew...
Y'know, sure, capcha, I get it, whatevs n shit, but every time they make the stoopid picture of a number blurrier. At some point I'm liable to get the hint...
there's a number?
Most people report finishing reading Riddled more numb than when they began.
Put a velcro backing on the word blocks and stick them on any convenient sheep.
Note also that every time the sheep wander up to a barbed-wire fences to rub themselves and scratch their itches, the words will be rearranged, providing a constant supply of aleatoric poetry.
If you see a sheep bearing the words in their original default order you will know that "That one didn't come up to scratch".
You think "Look at it" is dumb, but what you don't know is that next to it is a picture of a huge dong spelled out in ascii.
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