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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • October 4, 2012 3:30 am
            Besides being a clever conversation starter, this is the winner. And not because it ponders the trials and tribulations of autofellatio, but it wins because it uses one of my favorite words, superfluous. Superfluous and I have an long and storied relationship. You see, whenever I tried to slip superfluous into its appropriate place in an adult conversation down at the Elks club or with the dirty hippies that live under the overpass, its pronunciation always tripped me up. It became such a problem in fact that I created a mnemonic to help me remember how to pronounce it. The mnemonic device I used was the phrase, “Super Phyllis”. For some reason I thought it kinda sounded similar to superfluous but it really doesn’t, unless you are burping or gagging when you say it. So now when I try to say superfluous while I’m in a business meeting or giving a rousing pep talk to an intramural softball team, I just stare at the horizon and whisper “Super Phyllis,” over and over while looking like I’m about to hurl.

            Besides being a clever conversation starter, this is the winner. And not because it ponders the trials and tribulations of autofellatio, but it wins because it uses one of my favorite words, superfluous.

            Superfluous and I have an long and storied relationship. You see, whenever I tried to slip superfluous into its appropriate place in an adult conversation down at the Elks club or with the dirty hippies that live under the overpass, its pronunciation always tripped me up. It became such a problem in fact that I created a mnemonic to help me remember how to pronounce it. The mnemonic device I used was the phrase, “Super Phyllis”. For some reason I thought it kinda sounded similar to superfluous but it really doesn’t, unless you are burping or gagging when you say it. So now when I try to say superfluous while I’m in a business meeting or giving a rousing pep talk to an intramural softball team, I just stare at the horizon and whisper “Super Phyllis,” over and over while looking like I’m about to hurl.

            1. said: you’d probably love superfluidity
            2. hookersorcake posted this