Judge Lumpy asked for babbling…here ya’ go.
^ Charlie, by all means, please do. Please, PLEASE DO! Did I say, “Please?” 
I am developing a small electronic device to be known as a “Yamaguchi”. It will have three or four buttons and a small LCD display: you will raise, nurture, train and compete tiny figure skater who will live on the screen. If you can earn an Olympic gold, you can travel to the factory in Hayward to get an upgrade card to try to shepherd the skater through a post-Olympic career – as long as you can maintain her physical and emotional health on the trip there.
Aw shucks! It just so happens that “mindless but smoking hot doer of menial tasks” is the role I was born to play. 
What a coincidence, ME TOO!
Shipments go by car, cargo goes by ship; what a weird world.
When I was in high school in the mid 1960s, boys who wanted to feel like they looked clever used the insult, “You are lower than whale shit, on the bottom of the ocean!” Well, it turns out the time-honored insult has it all wrong.
Much later, when the whalers and the anti-whalers yelled at each other, the whalers said if the whales weren’t eating tons of plankton every hour, there’d be more for the rest of the swimmy critters to eat. It didn’t work out that way. When the whale were, um, over-whaled, the supply of plankton (tiny sea bugs) went away, too.
Specialized marine biologists figured out why. When a whale poops, and it’s a lot of poop, it floats. Any nearby plankton thank their tiny gods as they go into a frenzy of eating and breeding. Where there was a quarter-acre of whale dung, a few days later there’s a massive plankton field.
Little fish scramble to eat what they can before the next pod of whales gobbles up most of it. Bigger fish and sea birds come to eat the little ones, and pretty soon you have have the whole food chain gathered in one place, including humans on fishing boats.
The really circular part is between the whales and the plankton. The whale eats the plankton that ate whale shit, so he’s indirectly eating the poop of his own brother (or maybe even the Prince himself !) The individual plankton eats whale dung, which had been his parents a few hours before.
So, to wrap it up, a multitude of things are lower than whale shit, which never sinks.
The eyes of Texas are upon you
so stop picking your nose
Yeah, well, the stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of something something.
You may talk about your Clementine and sing of Rosa Lee
But “The Yellow Rose of Texas” was written just for me.
She got electric boots, a mohair suit; you know I read it in a magazine.
More like - dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind anytime.
She’s sweet on Wagner
I think she’d die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi’s always creeping from her room.
I’m gonna get veeerrry confused if we start posting song lyrics here. We should be discussing floating whale poop.
Po-tay-to, po-tah-to
Do people actually say “po-tah-to”? I cannot recall ever having heard it said that way, outside a song.
Same with “to-mah-to.” Maybe in England?
BTW: get that Yamaguchi thingie patented, or copyrighted, or trade marked ASAP; sounds like a money maker.
White lion cubs born in Munich Zoo. Not albino lions, white ones. The story seems to suggest that there was some selective breeding involved. Still at it, those Jerries, if they are not able to do it with humans, I guess they will purify whatever species they can get their hands on.
there, this thread has now officially been godwinized
eschereal, it’s Sunday once again, and I’m doing research* again*? Calling this thread a “discussion” (Wikipedia entry) is WAY too dignified. You now must babble incoherently to yourself for 10 minutes until the fugue passes. Report back here when finished. 3…2…1…GO!
Those on the leading edge of science say everything is made of vibrating strings. I think it’s more like balloon animals. If I hadn’t caught my typo, it would have been “bassoon animals.”
How about “tay-ter-tots”?