It's when you turn around to point at the cash registers and see the back of your own head that you know you're in deep trouble ๐ณ๐คฃ
@stavvers Are you sure that wasn't Craig?
@stavvers All that, but with football.
Standing in the freezing cold driving sleet, every Wednesday afternoon, wearing nothing but shorts and jersey, and being shouted at for being incapable of doing any football basics.
@stavvers isn't there the way English has developed half of its vocabulary - mushing words together.
Definitely is quing a super addition to the language.
We're still ROFL.
โThe keen and the quing were quirling at quoits / in the meadow behind of the mere / โฆโ (Walt Kelly)
@stavvers Something like 40 years ago a science fiction magazine sponsored a poetry contest based on this format (with the added requirement that the second line had to be a person's name), and unfortunately for me, one of the winning submissions is permanently stuck in my head. Author unremembered, I wish I could credit them.
Higgledy-piggledy
Herr Werner Heisenberg
pleaded: Your Honor,
it just isn't fair.
That I was speeding is
Unascertainable,
Or, if it is, then I
Can't have been there.