(February 20/08)
Its snowing to beat the band, what an odd incontinent turn of phrase. ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans’. I have two arms and two legs, a nose, two green eyes and a pointy chin from which sprouts a long black hair. I am a filament of your imagination, a specter, a ghost, an almost-something without a care in the world. Its snowing to beat the band, what an odd incontinent turn of phrase… ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans’ {(epi·glot·tis,-ˈglä-təs)thin plate of flexible cartilage in front of the glottis that folds back over and protects the glottis during swallowing}.
Many things, so I’ve come to realize, are crapulent (suffering from excessive eating or drinking; "crapulent sleep"; "a crapulous stomach"; see crapulous, given to gross intemperance in eating or drinking; "a crapulous old reprobate"). The modern-day toilet, or commode, was developed by John Crapper (September 1836 - 27 January 1910 was a plumber who founded Thomas Crapper & Co. Ltd. in London. Despite the urban legend, Crapper did not invent the flush toilet {the myth assisted by his surname}. However, Crapper did much to increase its popularity and came up with some related inventions. He was noted for the quality of his products and received several Royal Warrants). Were it not for the formidable John Thomas Crapper, we’d all still be tossing our commode-pots out the window and into the street below.
I once met a prelate who had a predilection for reprobation and commodery. He was also noted for his formidable talent for tosspottery and poor hygiene. ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans…little wee Hans’ {(epi·glot·tis,-ˈglä-təs)thin plate of flexible cartilage in front of the glottis that folds back over and protects the glottis during swallowing}. Seven days and counting before my upheaval into the world, feet splayed, eyes crossing in on one another, my dear mama double-binding the bind.
Its snowing to beat the band, what an odd incontinent turn of phrase. ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans’. I have two arms and two legs, a nose, two green eyes and a pointy chin from which sprouts a long black hair. I am a filament of your imagination, a specter, a ghost, an almost-something without a care in the world. Its snowing to beat the band, what an odd incontinent turn of phrase… ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans’ {(epi·glot·tis,-ˈglä-təs)thin plate of flexible cartilage in front of the glottis that folds back over and protects the glottis during swallowing}.
Many things, so I’ve come to realize, are crapulent (suffering from excessive eating or drinking; "crapulent sleep"; "a crapulous stomach"; see crapulous, given to gross intemperance in eating or drinking; "a crapulous old reprobate"). The modern-day toilet, or commode, was developed by John Crapper (September 1836 - 27 January 1910 was a plumber who founded Thomas Crapper & Co. Ltd. in London. Despite the urban legend, Crapper did not invent the flush toilet {the myth assisted by his surname}. However, Crapper did much to increase its popularity and came up with some related inventions. He was noted for the quality of his products and received several Royal Warrants). Were it not for the formidable John Thomas Crapper, we’d all still be tossing our commode-pots out the window and into the street below.
I once met a prelate who had a predilection for reprobation and commodery. He was also noted for his formidable talent for tosspottery and poor hygiene. ‘I am little Hans…little wee Hans…little wee Hans’ {(epi·glot·tis,-ˈglä-təs)thin plate of flexible cartilage in front of the glottis that folds back over and protects the glottis during swallowing}. Seven days and counting before my upheaval into the world, feet splayed, eyes crossing in on one another, my dear mama double-binding the bind.
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