I don't have much for you today. Anyone surprised? However, this does make eleven in a row, this should have everyone scratching your collective heads and wondering who I am and what have I done with the real me. Yep, confuses and confounds me as well.
It's Saturday night, the hockey game is on, Blues trail the Hawks by one in the first. I know, I know. You do not care, ancient history, yada, yada, yada...
At least I'm not rambling about nothing, talking typing to the echos of random thoughts randomly, echoing around in my head. Oh wait, never-mind.
So, I give you this...
James Nicoll."The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary."
...and my cribhouse whore riflings...
Reed, read, red, read.
Lead, lead, led.
Beet, beat, bet.
Meet, meat, met.
Sweet, Sweat?
One house, one mouse.
Two houses, two mouses?
Mice, hice?
Goose, geese.
Moose, meese?
Mooses? Gooses?
We drive on the the parkway
and park in the driveway.
How does fat chance and slim chance
mean the same thing.
Does a house burn up,
or does it burn down.
Inflammable or flammable?
Yes, yes I know, no, noe?
If the 'K' is silent what
changes now into know?
or knee into nee?
I could probably go on and on. I haven't even started in with slang, regional or cultural idioms yet.
See you tomorrow...
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