The Cellar Must Die!
 

We can pussyfoot around all day, like limp-wristed, lily-livered, something-else-that-starts-with-"L"s, but what we really need is the final solution.

Zero responses so far, I guess I'll be the first. When you all leave, and go to your liberal only, and conservative only new forums, where you will finally find happiness. Please drop me a line to let me know where you landed. Lots of people here are interesting, when they aren't acting like children, and I'd hate to loose touch.

Hey Flint, thanks for the quote. I was enjoying the recursion when I wrote it.

I would have responded sooner, but I spent the afternoon trying to figure out what the 'something-else-that-starts-with-"L"s' were that you had in mind.

I just watched Dr. Strangelove for the first time. Are you thinking we need a doomsday machine?

Will it be like a Virtual Waco?

I was actually stumped...
 

I considered "lilliputians" to achieve the alliteration orgasm; but that, I realized, wouldn't be PC, as it can refer to a variation of dwarfism.

lacklustre?

That doesn't solve my problem: limp-wristed, lily-livered, lackluster: what?

laparoscopes

lickspittles

linguists

luminaries

lagniappes

Lysistratas

Lobachevskians

Lysenkoists

Ladies who Lunch

luddites

lackeys

lusers

lechs

lookers

lawyers (sorry, didn't mean to be insulting. it was the intial L)

ladies

laddies

layabouts

lost boys

little lord fauntleroys

LESBIANS, of course

How did I forget that one??
That may be my favorite so far.

Spexxx, I thought it was too obvious to mention.

thx :)

But not as good as erk.

The word I should have been able to produce was: LUSERS.

(little lord fauntleroys would have elevated me to the status of utter genius)

(lickspittles would have been genius as well, with the "L"s and the "I"s in there)

We pussyfoot around all day,
lily-livered, laggards,
limp-wristed, haggard, bedraggled,
we stagger toward the plane, all work and no play,
shop-worn, and long-tormented stragglers.
While ladies yawn, we put our pants on,
the gong rings out for absolution,
and Flint finally finds the final solution.

magnificent, HLJ! Here is a lame limerick

There once was a lug on the Cellar
Laggard and haggard and yellow
He threw lots of stones
But he broke not the bones
Just the chops of another nice fellow. :3eye: