Take the quiz: Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You?
Here's WWP's result: "Ta mo bhriste tri thine."
Which means, "My trousers are on fire."
You're a few bricks short of a load, aren't you? You're probably not allowed to use sharp objects and you should be locked in a rubber room. With Rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a rubber room. With rubber rats. Rubber rats? I hate rubber rats...
Yeah, WWP knew that already...heh!
Healing time: It's been a while since WWP sent a shout out to Dalene over at the Terra Firma Diaries. As always, there's a lot of really good stuff over there. Check it out.
Typo! As much as WWP's Inner Democrat wants to believe otherwise, the ginned-up documents against GWB look fake to these eyes. Why? There's no way that typeface or technology existed in 1972 or 1973. WWP remembers these times very well: His first job, in 1973, was as a typesetter. No way, friends. Check it out for yourself, and recall the manual typewriters and clunky "mag-tapes" and "paper ribbons" that prevailed in those days. Fake, fake, fake. How sad.
Kind regards and thanks to Isaac Laquedem, who continues to keep WWP's attention focused on this delightful Thursday diversion.
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