“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” Tom said counterproductively.
Ben Yagoda, When You Catch an Adjective, Kill It: The Parts of Speech, for Better And/Or Worse
“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” Tom said counterproductively.
Ben Yagoda, When You Catch an Adjective, Kill It: The Parts of Speech, for Better And/Or Worse
Good one.
Hello stranger, how ye been?
Slan,
D. ![]()
“I wonder what it’s like to chew cud,” he murmured, ruminatively.
No, it doesn’t come close, but I tried.
Hi there Carrie!
I use to keep bees, one of my hives left, so I was telling my wife “I couldn’t believe there were 600,001 bees in that swarm!” I recounted. “No wonder why the hive’s still empty,” she said belatedly.
Nice ones, IB and dwest!
And hi Dubh, IB, and everyone! I know I don’t post very much these days, but I do check in and read the latest from my C&F friends. All is well here, thanks for asking, though very busy. I hope after a big project is done in January that I’ll have more time to spend chez C&F.
Who’s that behind us?" she asked, retrospectively.
“Me,” he replied, eponymously.
“I thought we’d never get this blasted thing pitched,” he muttered, intently.
“What was the name of that code with the dots and dashes?” she asked, remorsefully.
“That new cleaning fluid did the job,” she remarked, distainfully.
“You put too many twiddley bits in when you played that tune,” he noted, gracefully.
Slow afternoon, here. Thank goodness.
“I miss the forest so much it hurts,” Ashley opined.
This maybe a stab in the dark, but you don’t see the point do you?
Thanks. I thought I’d lopped something off, but I just couldn’t see it…
“I miss the forest so much it hurts,” Ashley opined piningly.
This maybe a stab in the dark, but you don’t see the point do you?
he remarked, pointlessly.
What’s the point, he asked bluntly
“Where are the question and quotation marks?” he asked questioningly.
I’m in search of the perfect pick, he said pluckily
(Who said I’ve been reading the other topics?)
“Sorry, I have no extra picks,” he offered sparingly.
“Look at the adze marks on that wooden ceiling,” he beamed.
“Sorry, I have no extra picks,” he offered sparingly.
“Umm, like, did you check the Hoover bag?” she said vacuously.
“Who filled the toilet with this horrible gel?” he enquired, lugubriously.