There's No Place Like Home... There's No Place Like Home...

Well, if you can't beat 'em, then drive 'em to drink. That's what me dear sainted mother used to say. :insert angel Smilie here:

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You were a demon and a lawyer? Wow. Insert joke here."

"Friscalating" isn't in the dictionary.

A Fris-let is a defense or a ruffle.

A Frise is a wooly dense low pile carpet (won't go there)

Friesian is a west germanic language

Frisky is getting jiggy witch yo dense low pile carpet.

thaz fo shizzle ma nizzle, standin in tha drizzle an I ain't got no umbrella in tha hooptie.

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That's exactly what I said.

And you're both right.

Matt, where are you? Get your Aussie a*s on the boards!

"I'm right here, Chief."

See, Mary and Redd, when I worked for a business stationery company (typesetting letterhead and business cards, brochures, etc.), I'd always bring that sort of stuff to the boss. Small business owned by a married couple. I'd go right over my prepress supervisor's head (the guy was ten years younger than I am) and point out glaring errors to the owner. He just loved me because he'd call the client directly and almost ALWAYS got things changed to be right. One time I saved the client about $10,000 with one stupid, tiny inconsistency in their business cards (we're talking 6-point type here). We were just about to print a gazillion of these things for every employee they had and they all would have been wrong.

And even though it wouldn't have been the owner's fault and the client would have had to pay twice, he always knew that he'd KEEP clients longer with sacrificial service like that.

WAKE UP, EVERYONE!

Sorry about that, gang. I get like this when the new edition of the Chicago Manual of Style comes out.

I, Mary, do not smell like a bar. I smell like hair color and sunless tanning lotion. I'm various shades of pseudo-natural brown all over right now.

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"So, where's Sideshow Bob?"

He must be stopped, now, before he infects the children.

My hands smell like highlighter pens and WhiteOut--and are quite attractively spotted with both. Ah, work.

I see you know the score. There's no hoodwinking the unhoodwinkable.

Da Saints, 7; Da Bears, 358.

I get misty-eyed thinking about how much "unhoodwinkable" would be worth in Scrabble. God, how beautiful.

Were it, of course, a real word.

Surely that's indisputabliscious?

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Somebody call in the Blue Fairy, then.

When you wish upon a star...

...it makes no difference who you are! And when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true!

Who said that? surely not me...

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"I bet one legend that keeps reoccurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye."

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