Lesser thinkers might ask, "Is life really any simpler for deriving a consensus tool board that organises tools according to the crowd-sourced conceptual links among them, retrieved from the Collective Unconscience?" Proving that such pundits are not the sharpest hammer in the drawer, nor indeed the heaviest spanner in the sack. Also that they have not tried to find things in the Riddled Research Laboratory after Greenish Hugh and Space-Time Eddie have been "tidying up" on their way home from "Dendrogramma enigmatica -- basal Bilateralia clade, or sister group? and Table-top Golf Night" at the Old Entomologist.
Notice also how the gardening implements are diametrically opposite to the cluster of 'tools of literature' (pen, eraser, computer). This will come as a surprise to those of us whose mixed metaphors are "flowers of rhetoric culled from the kitchen-garden.”
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I like the way that the simple townsfolk are looking at the centaur in the smithy. "Oh" they are saying "it is Mr La dee Dah Centaur coming around with his fancy hooves and such." He is the centaur of attention.
The worst bit about Space Time Eddie tidying things up is that he goes all interdimensional and, in this case, we had Table Top Golf sand wedges in the toasted sandwich machine. I think it was supposed to be ironic.
"Bring on the industrial revolution," they are thinking. "We can replace him with a self-esteem engine!"
"Then we will forge a new future and the shoe will be on the other foot" they say just before asphyxiation due to laughing too much
Honestly, the sand wedges were tastier than the sea cucumber sandwiches. Why someone thought something named "Donkey Dung" should go in a sandwich is still beyond my ken.
If your Ken thinks he can do better with the catering then send him around. He cannot do any worse.
Smithy will be re-employed changing tyres on landing gear and job-titled aircraft farrier. Pilots will just have to fly around the spreading chestnut tree.
Hah hah you misspelt "sodding" as "spreading". Bleeding chestnut trees getting into the drains! I'm not sure that having jets fly around them would be helpful lessen they were the chemtrail ones.
Notice also how the gardening implements are diametrically opposite to the cluster of 'tools of literature' (pen, eraser, computer). This will come as a surprise to those of us whose mixed metaphors are "flowers of rhetoric culled from the kitchen-garden.”
The distance of the writing implements and the machetes will also come as a surprise to the hack writers.
Damn micropower impulse imaging drones... at least, they didn't spot my invisible flywheel puller which looks like screwed up feet.
Machete, Hachette, easy mistake to make
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