Well, I’m apparently A Chinese girl’s ho, possibly the same ho with the strange skin condition - Her acne sighs oil. Anyway, I seem to have strange tastes at breakfast, viz; hosing his cereal, before heading out to work at what must be the world’s only garlic shoe shine. Still, it brings in the $$, so at the end of the day I’m able to ogle shinier cash before pursuing more adult activities (next day’s headline…“He’s in orgie clash”).
Too bad I wasn’t able to work in my favourite - elegiac hiss horn, which strangely reminded me of homer’s wonderful mackdonna handheld shoehorn butterhorse in the unmissable I just ate 3 mushrooms thread.
My name doesn’t anagram into anything particularly startling, but I while ago went out with a guy and in an afternoon loved up-ness, I doodled about and came up with an anagram of his name:
A Carnal Wish
Which of course, he was, at the time.
If he had any decency at all, he would change his name by deed poll now, so that the Anagram Department in the offices of the Trades Description Act doesn’t prosecute him!
Thanks to the anagram site, I just discovered that Cecil Adams is an anagram of a CIA-LED SCAM.
:eek:
Or also ACID MESCAL
A CAMEL DISC
A MECCA SLID
ACID CAMELS
and
ED ZOTTI
(I’m not sure how the heck the engine came up with that last one. There isn’t even a Z in Cecil Adams.)
I also thought “that unperceived sky” would be a great name for a novel.
I get A MIND STRONGLY
That one had me SNORTING MADLY
It looks like I’ll seduce a virgin: LANDING MS TYRO
Or even a conservative Brit: LANDING MS TORY
Even if they are NOT MY DARLINGS
Then I commit adultery GLAD IN MRS TONY
My first move would be to AD TINGLY ON MRS
:eek:
I just hope she doesn’t STING MY RONALD
Because that would make my MANLY ROD STING
Especially if her TALONS GRIND MY…
(you know.) She must have been seduced by MY SANDLOT GRIN
Or mabye because she heard me SING TO MR. DYLAN
Or maybe she just fell for my MANLY STRONG ID
If she’s nice, we could go off to ORGY MINTS LAND
Where we would have lots of fun TRYING ALMONDS
And if I’m lucky I could SMARTLY DONG IN
I could invite her to LAND ON MY GRITS
I bet she’d be LANDING STORMY
If that’s the case, I’m sew out of luck LOST MY DARNING
Then I screw it all up making a DAMN LOSING TRY
She mocks my failure by LARDING MY SNOT
To which I add DANG MY NOSTRIL
And I proudly declare GRANDLY I’M SNOT
To get back at her I RANDOMLY STING
And when she leaves and I’m sad and alone, I MADLY SNORT GIN
So I get dragged into the IRS office for an audit, and find myself sitting on the wrong side of the desk in some cruel toad axe’s office. Sensing my nervousness, he jams a bowl filled with some kind of repulsive grass flavored candy in my face and shouts at me “O relax, eat cud!” This loud, ace taxer is just trying to put me off my guard, I think. As soon as I eat that candy he’s going to ask me if Taco Ax Dueler is my real occupation. I decline the candy, but he goes right in for the kill, asking me if my reported income is only $15,675, how can I afford to be wearing a tux? Real clod, this fellow! “And surely you must have made more than $430 from sales of your mortuary beauty compound ‘D.O.A. Latex Cure’?” asks my exacter, aloud. Finally cracking under the pressure, I scream “EAT CODEX, RAUL!” and beat his face into a bloody pulp with the hardbound Code of Hammurabi I keep in my back pocket.
I was acquitted of murder in court (justifiable homicide, the jury said), but I went to prison anyway for my lesser crime: violation of a tax code rule.
