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Dude, when you've gotta 2 o'clock appointment you gotta psych yourself up to make that porcelain porch CLANK with the Cimmerian intensity of your cable-girth. You ain't gonna let your shit give you shit, are you?
My coworker's playing "Crying" or "Crazy" or "Lazy" one of the other versions of the ballad Aerosmith's been releasing for the past decade on her cube radio, so I just inserted the ear buds and put on some Raw Spitt. He's singing about Future Woman. Singing a song.
I'll sing about a war completely unjust
I'll sing about a nation that the world will not trust.
Anyone know the origin of the phrase/sound PeeYu when something smells? I have been wondering about that.
Comes from the reign of Louis XIV, because he wanted to concentrate the nobility in one place (Versailles) and weaken their power to act against him. He introduced a culture of extreme dandyism and based one's status at the court on the extent to which one was willing to demonstrate conspicuous consumption (to ensure funds would not be spent in intrigues against him). One of the popular ways to do this was to eat expensive over-seasoned foods crammed into thin sausages in a particular way, specifically without chewing, to demonstrate a level of wealth and unconcern with cost. Of course, to prove that no digestion occurred the noble needed to publicly excrete the sausage, whole and unbroken. A special hall in the palace was designated for this sport and bejeweled carts (imagine a dog scooting its ass across a carpet) were used to slowly creep down the hall, laying down a stinking track of filthy sausage. One minor noble struck on a perfect way of pooping out his sausage without any breaks or tears, he had the skins made out fine, but tough silk and for many a month was the champion of sausage pooping, enjoying the favor of the King especially, until a peasant who had repeatedly been given the pooped silk sausage as an act of charity (as an aside the peasant, known to history as Reeking Jacques would try to chew up the silk sausage and block his digestion, his outcry when presented with the silk sausage the final time? "I've had it up to here!" True story, history is alive with this kind of literalism) complained and the royal doctors confirmed the noble was cheating. He was sent to the hangman and his shitty behavior immortalized by the expression of his name upon smelling a particularly bad dump became common "Pierre Yuechet", they would say, waving heavily ringed hands in front of powdered noses. Over time this has been shortened to Peeyu!
My nephew would be like, "So what kind of car did the king have?"
The other day on the phone he was asking me about my car dealership, what kind of cars I have. He sells Saabs and Acuras and the odd BMW or two. I told him I sold helicopters. He asked if that meant I had to fly to work.
I like that he mixes it up Hugh. I sell custom vans, El Caminos with the blessed Virgin airbrushed on the hood and Nissans.
But just like Maximas and Z's. Mostly dark blue, very dark green, silver and black ones, mostly.
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