The conversation at breakfast somehow had me quoting a comedy routine from a ~1960 Shelley Berman record that I first heard as a kid of about 8. I used to play that record a lot, to everyone else’s distress.
Wife: Wow, you’ve really got that routine memorized.
Me: Yeah I listened to it a lot, as a youth.
Wife: And now you’re youthless.
I think this qualifies her for astronaut training.
Qualifies? I think she just passed the final exam!!
I am servant to a standard Siamese cat. I don’t know if it’s universal, but ours is just derpy. Might not be a fixation issue after all! 
“Joseph… you got some ‘splainin’ to do”?
That really was the worst news to me as a youngun.
It’s an all-singing, all-dancing folk-rock retelling of Le Morte D’Arthur that takes place in the Harlem Renaissance.
This chart totally gets me (although I kinda want to have a last name starting with O).
“Arrrgh, poor Cap’n, he were swollowed by a whale dick!”
Did they really not think about the irony of using that slogan to cover up the story the person is trying to read?
i DO have a last name that starts with “O,” so i present to you:
an all-singing, all-dancing bluegrass retelling of the Bhagavad Gita that takes place in the Potterverse.
Irish heritage, I’m guessing?
All those map doodles they thought were tentacles? Nope, just sailors drawing penises on everything. Some things never change
Or whales breaching. I recently saw a photo of a whale breaching without the light mostly rendering them a silhouette, and it occurred to me that the shape looked a lot like a “sea monster head”, with the one visible fin looking like an ear. I could understand if someone new to the ocean saw that from the right angle at twilight and assumed it was a sea monster.
Well, call them what you want, I still wouldn’t want to tangle with them.
I wouldn’t want to tango with them either.
Well, now you come to mention it…
