Another Kiwi began by raising the topic of rhetorical incendiary events. Pointing to two consecutive TBogg columns which had mentioned firestorms of protest in social media, he voiced his concern that the increasing frequency of firestorms is further evidence of global climate change, even ones which fail to obliterate Dresden.
Space-Time Eddie attempted to raise a point of order about the agenda. Fortunately he was forestalled by interjections from one Ermintrude van Holsterin, Grannie-at-Law, who wished to express her affrontage about the lack of response from the Committee to her proposals for changes to the rules. Without further encouragement she proceeded to explain the reasons requiring new rules, these being (1) she really hates flies; (2) she really really hates pigeons; and (3) the candle at the 12th hole was just asking for it. Mr A.K. vouchsafed that this was not the meeting of the Mini-Golf Committee. The elder van Holsterin left in high gudgeon promising to take her custom to the Sensitive Frog in future.
Discussion quickly moved on to strategies for dealing with climate-change denialists. "Gassing them like badgers" was mooted, although the source of the suggestion is lost on account of a
It was quickly agreed that this particular menace is unlikely to appeal to the contrarian mentality. Even so, the concept of a Jaguars-Falling-From-the-Sky Denialism movement was too good to ignore, and the motion was carried with acclamation, partly due to a widespread conviction that 'acclamation' is a variety of bivalve-derived alcoholic beverage. Greenish Hugh was directed to draw up a list of industry groups profiting from sub-orbital jaguar ballistics who might be approached for funding.
Throgmorton emerged from what Evangeline van Holsterin insists is the "Armoire", bearing a consignment of Turkish Delight which he had obtained through some form or another of false pretenses. The meeting went into abeyance while members experimented with dissolving it in Christmas Ale.
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bivalve-derived alcoholic beverage
BLOODY CAESAR!
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This may explain why I always think jaguars are falling from the sky when I drink too much oyster stout.
So. Another go at flying cars has failed.
"Jaguars falling from the sky".
I blame Tigris' cousin Panthera.
...it's just ceiling cat
Dear NSA "Gassing them like badgers" is a schoolboy code we use. It means "Sit down and talk quietly with them" Kthanx.
Could one stand on one's chair and applaud this post? I shall. Well played, that man.
The Jaguars need to be unbounced, is all I'm sayin'
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