I have wondered about the origins of phrases like "cow puncher." It's NOT the only thing I have wondered about but I mention that one after having fallen over this story in a recent 'you call this stuff news?' news summary generated entirely by computer and during the compilation of which no humans or animals were harmed (unless they were watching while it was compiled).
Quite a stroke of good fortune On Her Majesty's Semen Service, no? (and word play on a James Bond title and a double entendre all in the same phrase? Pay the man!) though I confess the article doesn't address the types of concerns inquiring minds everywhere want to know.
I'll give one to you: pigs' trotters are NOT Rocky Mountain oysters to perhaps the disappointment and chagrin of flatlanders everywhere I suspect but more likely to the uninformed delight of the rest of us who have no idea what these people are talking about or eating.
And since you just went to wikipedia twice in a minute maybe you could go back one more time and look at the top of their page again, the banner, and make an online contribution to keep them solvent as opposed to soluble? I won't type another word until you return.
Welcome back and I lied. Being an interweb liar (caps or not?) isn't as bad as having a career in porcine spermatozoa production and procurement, i.e., a masturbation and ejaculation specialist.
Admittedly, I have no idea how that process would work, with pigs. (Get your mind out of the gutter). An isolated remote in Greenland decades ago while in the US Air Force gave me a background in fowl (don't ask). There weren't a plethora of barns above the Arctic Circle so I don't know if porn magazines are deployed or we seed the slop with Beate Uhse video clips to give the pigs a hard time. I just crack myself up.
And remember, this is science and international economics in support of the New World Order and the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius (and BLT, heavy on the B). And when I say "B," I mean as in Blanc, Mel Blanc.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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