My favorite example of this type of reversal is in the Film 'Watchmen' when Rorsarch has just thrown boiling chip fat over the head of a guy that was about to knife him in the prison canteen. He whirls round on the other cons who had been expectantly awaiting his killing, and shouts in his raw, ragged voice "You guys just don't get it do you. It's not me who's locked in here with you - It's you who's locked in here with me!"
[better but a quip in to keep 'on topic' ...let's see....]
Findail walks into a bar - well, it makes a change from a tree, a mast, a wall....
Covenant walks into a bar....
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Oh, they know. They just don't deign to laugh.
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You really walked into that trap, ali....for shamemichaelm wrote:It's just that they laugh so much and for so long in private that when it comes to laughing in public they just say "We sore face"aliantha wrote:Oh, they know. They just don't deign to laugh.
Sorry...
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And I paid for it, didn't I?Orlion wrote:You really walked into that trap, ali....for shamemichaelm wrote:It's just that they laugh so much and for so long in private that when it comes to laughing in public they just say "We sore face"aliantha wrote:Oh, they know. They just don't deign to laugh.
Sorry...
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Years after the end of LF, travelers from the Land finally arrive in the original home of the Haruachai, and discover the real reason they were humiliated. Their relatives.
The Pompou-chai. They surmise.
The Choru-chai. They surplice.
The Birthdo-chai. They "SURPRISE!"
The Prosti-chai. They service.
The Teena-chai. They suck face.
The Shepher-chai. They sell fleece.
The Glutto-chai. They sup twice.
The Taxide-chai. They stuff mice.
The Padd-chai. They sew rice.
Sorry, peeps...but probably not as sorry as y'all are for laughing at some of them....
The Pompou-chai. They surmise.
The Choru-chai. They surplice.
The Birthdo-chai. They "SURPRISE!"
The Prosti-chai. They service.
The Teena-chai. They suck face.
The Shepher-chai. They sell fleece.
The Glutto-chai. They sup twice.
The Taxide-chai. They stuff mice.
The Padd-chai. They sew rice.
Sorry, peeps...but probably not as sorry as y'all are for laughing at some of them....
[spoiler]Sig-man, Libtard, Stupid piece of shit. change your text color to brown. Mr. Reliable, bullshit-slinging liarFucker-user.[/spoiler]
the difference between evidence and sources: whether they come from the horse's mouth or a horse's ass.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
the hyperbole is a beauty...for we are then allowed to say a little more than the truth...and language is more efficient when it goes beyond reality than when it stops short of it.
the difference between evidence and sources: whether they come from the horse's mouth or a horse's ass.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
the hyperbole is a beauty...for we are then allowed to say a little more than the truth...and language is more efficient when it goes beyond reality than when it stops short of it.
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The second day of their journey dawned with another sun of fertility. Sunder prepared his ussusimiel seeds and began harvesting the melons. Linden and Covenant watched him with glum looks on their faces.
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Who's there?" responds Covenant.
"Honeydew," says Linden.
"Honeydew who?" asks Covenant.
"Hondeydew you want to hear some gardening jokes?"
Covenant contorts his face into a wild grimace.
***
The third day of their journey dawns with a Sun of Pestilence. As they set out, they begin swatting at obnoxious bugs.
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Who's there?" responds Covenant.
"Amos."
"Amos who?"
"Amos quito bit me, ouch!"
"Hellfire!"
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The fourth day dawns with another Sun of Pestilence. The insects are unbearable. As the group journeys along, Linden tries to brighten their moods with a joke.
She begins with, "Knock, knock."
Covenant rolls his eyes, but he plays along. "Who's there?"
"Anna."
"Anna who?"
"Anna ther mosquito bit me, pass me the voure!"
"Bloody damnation," grumbles Covenant.
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The fifth day dawns with a Sun of Rain. The build a raft and float with the river. As the sun begins to set, they are all water logged and miserable, wishing to get away from the river.
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Hellfire, Linden, Who's there?"
"Dwayne," she answers.
"Dwayne who?" asks Covenant.
"Dwayne the tub, I'm dwowning."
"Hell and blood! Ain't that the truth!"
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The sixth day dawned with another Sun of Rain. Covenant woke up with the sniffles. After his third bout of sneezing, Linden says, "Knock, knock."
"Hellfire. Who's bloody there?"
"Etch."
"Damnation. Etch who?"
"Bless you! Here's a Kleenex."
"Leper outcast unclean!" snarled Covenant. "Don't touch me!"
"What's your issue, tissue?"
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Who's there?" responds Covenant.
"Honeydew," says Linden.
"Honeydew who?" asks Covenant.
"Hondeydew you want to hear some gardening jokes?"
Covenant contorts his face into a wild grimace.
***
The third day of their journey dawns with a Sun of Pestilence. As they set out, they begin swatting at obnoxious bugs.
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Who's there?" responds Covenant.
"Amos."
"Amos who?"
"Amos quito bit me, ouch!"
"Hellfire!"
***
The fourth day dawns with another Sun of Pestilence. The insects are unbearable. As the group journeys along, Linden tries to brighten their moods with a joke.
She begins with, "Knock, knock."
Covenant rolls his eyes, but he plays along. "Who's there?"
"Anna."
"Anna who?"
"Anna ther mosquito bit me, pass me the voure!"
"Bloody damnation," grumbles Covenant.
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The fifth day dawns with a Sun of Rain. The build a raft and float with the river. As the sun begins to set, they are all water logged and miserable, wishing to get away from the river.
"Knock, knock," says Linden.
"Hellfire, Linden, Who's there?"
"Dwayne," she answers.
"Dwayne who?" asks Covenant.
"Dwayne the tub, I'm dwowning."
"Hell and blood! Ain't that the truth!"
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The sixth day dawned with another Sun of Rain. Covenant woke up with the sniffles. After his third bout of sneezing, Linden says, "Knock, knock."
"Hellfire. Who's bloody there?"
"Etch."
"Damnation. Etch who?"
"Bless you! Here's a Kleenex."
"Leper outcast unclean!" snarled Covenant. "Don't touch me!"
"What's your issue, tissue?"
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A Raver spider crawls into a bar.
The bartender asks, "What's your poison?"
The Raver comes back on the next night as a pack of rats.
The bartender shouts, "Hey, we don't want no mischief in here!"
The Raver comes back on the next night as a fry of eels.
The bartender slyly remarks, "Back for more, eh?"
The Raver comes back on Friday as a swarm of bees.
The bartender doesn't say anything - it's none of his buzziness.
The bartender asks, "What's your poison?"
The Raver comes back on the next night as a pack of rats.
The bartender shouts, "Hey, we don't want no mischief in here!"
The Raver comes back on the next night as a fry of eels.
The bartender slyly remarks, "Back for more, eh?"
The Raver comes back on Friday as a swarm of bees.
The bartender doesn't say anything - it's none of his buzziness.