14 Karats? That’d be a huge diamond!
Why would you give diamonds to carats? Those birds might be able to say “I love you”, but they’re just repeating what they’ve heard – they don’t understand the meaning.
Parrots saying “I love you?” I doubt it, those things are just big smelly rodents that potheads like to keep as pets.
Those damn bohemian potheads, taking a year off to go to Paris and “write,” living upstairs in unheated ferrets. They should all get consumption.
I’m not a big fan of the pothead lifestyle either, but I don’t think we should go around strangling marihuana enthusiasts with garrets made of rope, fishing line, or even guitar strings.
Of course ritual strangling was part of a (fringe) Hindu religion - the instrument got its name because it was name after Garotte, the bird-god.
I love Garuda! It’s my favorite Heart song of all.
I never hear Heart songs playing at Chipotle when I order my favorite barracuda from their menu.
I don’t think barbacoa would be very tasty – it shouldn’t come closer to being ingested than when you apply that shaving cream to the portion of your beard nearest your mouth.
Barbasol? Shaving cream? You’re talking about a fancy umbrella, methinks.
When we visit the Outer Banks - where I usually am loath to shave - we see people parasol as they’re pulled behind motorboats on waterskiis, soaring high up into the sky.
I doubt Parasail ever spent time in the Outer Banks – he lived in Europe from 1493 to 1541, and was too busy doing such things as pioneering the use of chemicals in medicine and giving zinc its name to set off on a voyage to the New World.
Medicine? Paracelsus was the astronomer that had a temperature scale named for him.
I don’t think so - Celsius is a famous poem by Longfellow (and also a chess-problem term in which the main line of the solution sees a pawn march the whole length of the board to promote).
Everyone knows that Excelsior was the mythic sword of King Arthur, silly.
Was King Arthur’s government so structured that it had a formal treasury with a Chancellor of the Excalibur and all that?
Dunno, but let me tell you - as soon as it starts raining you’ll have a tough time finding an available Exchequer cab in New York City.
That’s funny. I jumped into a cab once and the cabbie offered me some checkers gum.
Back when my son kept fish, he had an Oscar in his tank. Let me tell you, that was one indestructible chiclet, despite my son’s indifference.
What would your son be doing with cichlid? That’s the generic term for books like Bridget Jones’s Diary and Fifty Shades of Grey, designed to be gobbled up by a female readership!