One day I was bloviating out my onus. (ha ha ha…oh wait, that’s not what that word means!)
I’m not one to bloviate after a hurricane, partly because I’m an irresolute person, but I caught a raccoon eating some slimy saxicolous stuff in a springe tonight.
(and if you are in wonderment about where I get my prodigious lore of springes…the Army of course.)
Your onus, should you choose to accept, is to disguise a springe as a saxicolous treat for unsuspecting creatures. This is neither a task for the irresolute soul nor those who bloviate. This message with self-destruct in 5 seconds.
Drinking my spicy tomato juice, with the onus of having to come up with a plausible sentence bore down upon me, I had an irresolute feeling, as one saxicolous creature caught in a springe, and the hilarity of my predicament caused me to laugh, and as a result to bloviate.
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September 14, 2008 at 2:57 am
One day I was bloviating out my onus. (ha ha ha…oh wait, that’s not what that word means!)
I’m not one to bloviate after a hurricane, partly because I’m an irresolute person, but I caught a raccoon eating some slimy saxicolous stuff in a springe tonight.
(and if you are in wonderment about where I get my prodigious lore of springes…the Army of course.)
September 15, 2008 at 2:06 am
Your onus, should you choose to accept, is to disguise a springe as a saxicolous treat for unsuspecting creatures. This is neither a task for the irresolute soul nor those who bloviate. This message with self-destruct in 5 seconds.
September 15, 2008 at 2:42 am
Drinking my spicy tomato juice, with the onus of having to come up with a plausible sentence bore down upon me, I had an irresolute feeling, as one saxicolous creature caught in a springe, and the hilarity of my predicament caused me to laugh, and as a result to bloviate.
September 15, 2008 at 2:45 am
So Papa…my question to you now is: Did you bloV8 out of you nose? That had to hurt!