AAARRRGH, my reality!

[Urbane Guerrilla]

Originally Posted by Flint

I was reading a dwellar laying into another dwellar with obscene profanities . . .

Anything in the peroration worth noting against future need, like the website fucking up, the page mysteriously and repeatedly refusing to load and then as mysteriously loading and then next page refusing... or trying to start a balky outboard motor? A "come or bleed, I ain't spittin' on you again" situation?

If it's somebody else putting tw en brochette, yeah, I'm a little curious.

Back in her Navy days, X-Lydia, the wife, once had occasion to bark, "Son of a syphilitic slimedog!" in front of a couple of callow young seamen of less than a year's time in service. One of them came up to her later and asked her to repeat it, that he might the better take notes against that future need.