1. Your name in Antipoddlean is pronounced "Coy-Oat". There is nothing to be done about this. Live with it.2. In the course of Road-Runner-related activities, avoid any plan that involves a steel-girder-constructed London rival to a well-known Parisian landmark. It will inevitably end with you poised above a 1300-ft drop with legs windmilling madly until gravity belatedly pulls you down. Also, jokes about the "I-Fell Tower".
Your name in Antipoddlean is pronounced "Coy-Oat". There is nothing to be done about this. Live with it.
ReplyDeleteI'd be coy if I were a coyote subsisting largely on oats.
About a month ago, I actually had a run in with a coyote which had wandered into the parking lot while we had a fundraising event going on- I thought it was somebody's dog, and figured I'd call it over to check the tags (in October, we hosted a neighbor's whippet until she could come and get it). Here I am, calling, "Nice doggie, good doggie!" I got to within 20-30 feet of the beast when it turned around, revealing the bushy, canted tail. THAT'S NO DOGGIE!!Sucker casually trotted down the street before turning into a neighbor's yard, all the while thinking, "What was that moron going on about?"
He was probably wondering if you had any chickens, B^4.
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What about a new Acme™ trebuchet?
ReplyDeleteWalford's an idiot of the first order, but I have unlimited faith in Wormald...
ReplyDeleteHe was probably wondering if you had any chickens, B^4.
ReplyDeleteNot like that weatherman had! Coyote can't have mah preshuss kittehs... mah juicy, preshuss kittehs.