today it’s time for us to rejoin mr abrose bierce. a guy i used to shag back in the 1800’s.
he wrote this book called The Devil’s Dictionary in 1842, which had every wench in town begging to give him a well-earned blow job.
i picture him as the hank moody of the 19th century.
can’t you see the resemblance?
i can, it’s uncanny. they’re like identical twins.
in case you missed all the other letters we’ve covered on the blog so far, here they are:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L and M.
i’m afraid the ‘N’s’ are a little on the thin side though. which i find disappointing since my surname starts with an ‘N’. i was hoping it was going to be the rudest most voluptuous letter of them all. but no such luck. although what there is in the ‘N’s’, while short, is so very very good. so maybe that ‘N’ is a nasty, skanky, dodgy winner after all.
alright here goes, straight from The Good Book itself:
Nepotism, n. Appointing your grandmother to office for the good of the party.
Noise, n. A stench in the ear. Undomesticated music. The chief product and authenticating sign of civilisation.
Nonsense, n. The objections that are urged against this excellent dictionary.
Nose, n. The extreme outpost of the face.
Novel, n. A short story padded.
November, n. The eleventh twelfth of a weariness.
okay, i’m back. that’s it for the ‘N’s’. sorry but i did warn you that they were thin on the ground.
listen i have something to admit, we’re all friends here, so i don’t feel too embarrassed. but i don’t actually understand that last one… ‘November – the eleventh twelfth of a weariness’.
but i left it in, just in case one of you smart asses gets it and would be so kind as to translate for the rest of the class. (edyth, you’re a smarty pants, any thoughts?)
here’s my pathetic attempt at a guess: is it the 11/12, like making a fraction out of the year, and the year is the weariness? no probably not, but i had to take a shot at it!
anyway, thanks mr bierce, man you’re hot! if only you hadn’t already been dead for over a hundred and fifty years, we could have been so good together.
Your ‘pathetic attempt’ was my translation as well! Either we’re both pathetic or closet geniuses… And Hank rocks, yum!
Even in those dodgy grey underjocks…
A couple of years ago, King Solomon said: “Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh” (Eccl. 12:12).
It is a cautionary tale to swots – and AUTHORS. What the Scriptures are telling us, (ahem) is that reading – and writing books, advances the decay of the flesh. You need to be getting out there with the personal trainer, not running to flab as you sit in front of the computer, pounding away at them keys, or scoffing oreos in front of the heater with a good book.
So when you hit November, just know that it’s too late, eleven kilos too late. Summer is upon you, the beaches are calling and there isn’t a bikini or beach towel in the world that is going to cover up not even one twelfth let alone eleven twelfths of all that weariness you have been piling on.
bwahahahahahhahahahahaha
‘the beaches (biatches) are calling’. ah all that weariness!
aha it’s purely biblical! that’s why i didn’t get it. it’s not cos i’m dumb. phew. i’m such a heathen. nobody stand too close, you’ll get struck by lightning.
liquid pixel hmmmmmm hank.