A freshly-chewed-down tree makes a wonderful base for a guided mussel, once you add a seminucleonic gyrometronial amplifrast, of course.
It better be guided, because if you pack together that much missile material, such as most actinide isotopes with an odd neutron number, you’re asking for trouble.
I think 1559 was supposed to be Muscat.
In play:
My neighbor tried building an atom bomb in his garage, but fortunately it just fissiled.
All hail to **Sizzle **Adams, Master of All Knowledge!
I think 1561 was supposed to be “muscle” meaning meat rather than the crustacean.
And 1564 I’m guessing the previous poster was going for “fizzle”.
Continuing…
I remember in elementary school when we would play on the cecil. We also called it a teeter-totter.
Wow, you must have gone to school a long time ago if you played with Seesaw, the eldest son of Isaac.
Cut **Esau **some slack, he needed friends after the Ford Motor Company named that ugly 1950’s car after him.
C’mon, everybody, let’s all sing along with Edsel Merman! “There’s NO business like SHOW business like NO business I know!”
[And Hoopy Frood, I do believe you’re correct. I think I went from fizzle to sizzle to Cecil all in one go. Mea culpa.]
And Ethel Washington knows about show business, what with all the movies.
When I see his movies, I always like to have a big bag of Denzels - you know, those salty, twisty baked treats - to munch on.
[good one, EH, I was lost at Ethel>Denzel]
Madame Pepperwinkle painted our new kitchen a vibrant, sunny yellow. She seldom has much use for the pale, pretzel hues that are often seen around springtime.
Thanks to the work of Louis Pastel, Madame P. can enjoy her kitchen with less worry about pathogens causing food spoilage and even disease.
It’s said that you can avoid a lot of the issues with pathogens in meat and dairy if you let your cows go out to pasteur frequently rather than keeping them in cramped conditions.
When the supermodel moved over the side of the road, I have to admit I gawked a little as I pasture.
I saw her too, and her long legs did make my heart beat passed-her.
Can you believe that such a good looking woman is the headfaster at such a prestigious school?
You know, I wish George RR Martin’s Masters were a real Order in today’s world. The idea of a reliable and consistent group of well-educated intellectuals advising world leaders is very compelling. Human nature intrudes, of course, but overall it’s a great idea.
If I were an Army sniper trying to kill the evil female leader of another country, I sure wouldn’t want to have to report at the end of my mission that I maester.
Yeah, I like 80’s pop too, like Kyrie or Broken Wings by Mr. Missed-her.
Are you sure you’re not thinking about We’re Not Going to Take It by Twister Mister?