@hakimasaid It is said that I am the queen of obscurity, which often leads to my being misunderstood by everyone and attempts (especially by literalists) of schooling me whilst I smirk gleefully inside.
If you are referring to The Queen of Obscurity, the converted barge I have moored on the Watford to Rickmansworth canal, there is a book in the galley drawer called The Schooling of Literalists by Vladimir Smirk. You're welcome to borrow it. Is that what you meant?
@fmfsaid If you are referring to The Queen of Obscurity, the converted barge I have moored on the Watford to Rickmansworth canal, there is a book in the galley drawer called The Schooling of Literalists by Vladimir Smirk. You're welcome to borrow it. Is that what you meant?
@ghost-of-a-dukesaid Perhaps it was a plausible misunderstanding?
Ah, now I see what you did there! Unfortunately, even though it distracted me momentarily, and just so there's no misunderstanding going forward, I know for a fact you whipped off my underpants, pulling them through a hole in my pocket, as I looked away. Impressive sleight of hand, undoubtedly. But hardly a plausible way for us to go on.
@fmfsaid Ah, now I see what you did there! Unfortunately, even though it distracted me momentarily, and just so there's no misunderstanding going forward, I know for a fact you whipped off my underpants, pulling them through a hole in my pocket, as I looked away. Impressive sleight of hand, undoubtedly. But hardly a plausible way for us to go on.
That's absurd! How could I possibly whip your underpants? Are they made out of cream sir?!
@hakimasaid Today, I shall plagarise Bill by replying only with his words.
Presumably, to "plagiarize" here is a euphemism for some kind of massage service where you do not initiate the conversation with "Bill" which I take it is a generic term for a customer.
@ghost-of-a-dukesaid That's absurd! How could I possibly whip your underpants? Are they made out of cream sir?!
If you are referring to Unwin der Pantz, the half Dutch Tory Whip 1947-1958, I think you will find it was, in fact, custard and not cream on his rhubarb crumble, weekdays.
@petewxyzsaid Surely not Brian Alas, I went to school with him, more and more spooky coincidences!
You're perhaps thinking of Brain Aloo, a starter served at the Indian restaurant run by the castrated spouses of groundbreaking female experts at Delhi Rocket Science Institute.