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... the Game Hen sprained her ankle and is out of the Ice Capades?
Posted by: Triple Entendre Molly at October 14, 2003 11:00 PMNow, instead of getting 7/8ths of the cake, you get 8/8ths! Possibly 16/8ths! Nothin like a cake that no one else is eatin' on...
Posted by: one track mind sjet at October 15, 2003 08:45 AMAnkle sprains can heal: removed from the show entirely.
Mmmmmmmm, fraction cake. Eat it now or save it for later.
Posted by: Ida at October 15, 2003 09:28 AMOh for god's sake.
Transcript of typical fatboy conversation:
FBI: The game hen runs to the east, eats cake and tangles her wings in the blackberry bushes.
FBS: Blackberry bushes!
FBM: Is the cake running against the moon, or just falling down the stairs?
FBI: The cake is in Mars.
FBS: Mars is my favorite, but sometimes the pager spins widdershins.
FBI: Yes. Yes it does.
You'd be surprised at how often "widdershins" comes up in conversation.
Posted by: Ida at October 15, 2003 10:43 AMI'm certainly going to be using it a lot more often.
Posted by: Mol at October 15, 2003 01:44 PM"Widdershins means anticlockwise, Richard!"
-The Lady Door, Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman
This is a useful quote for two reasons. One, it helps me remember what widdershins means. Two, it reminds me that British people say "anticlockwise" which, for some reason, pleases me greatly.
Posted by: Joshua at October 15, 2003 02:40 PMI learned widdershins from Madeleine L'engle. (I learned kinda a lot of things from Madeleine L'engle.)
Posted by: Ida at October 15, 2003 03:10 PM"Widdershins means anticakewise, Joshua!"
-The Nevermore, Everywhere, by Neil Gamehen
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Posted by: Joshua at October 17, 2003 09:20 AM