What I really want (what I really really want) is for Frinkenstein to post a narrative regarding "Wing Ding", which, as a non-Frinksibling, I simply cannot describe adequately nor amusingly. How about it?
MISTRESS OF SCIENCE! Mwah ha ha ha.
(Actually now with PhD, but Doctor of Philosophy just doesn't have the same evil ring, does it?)
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2 comments:
I am happy to oblige. Just the thought of it brings many painful and somewhat happy memories.
Ah, much better. Now, if everyone would just post amusing memories of their childhoods, I would be satisfied.
Of course, when I was a child I had no amusing siblings (okay, yes, Argotnaut, but I didn't even know she existed) and therefore my stories are very dry, such as: "Mom took me to the library. Later I learned to walk there myself, where I invariably sat immersed in the kiddie-escapist-lit section, i.e. fantasy, for entire Saturday afternoons."
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