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Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther <I>Erat Est</I> | Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther <I>Erat Est</I> | ||
<I>Erit</I> noor <I>Non michi sed luciphro?</I> | <I>Erit</I> noor <I>Non michi sed luciphro?</I> | ||
| − | Answer: Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our | + | Answer: [[Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb|Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our]] |
| − | orb! | + | [[Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb|orb]]! |
4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o dea!) of two syllables and | 4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o dea!) of two syllables and | ||
six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end, (ah dust oh | six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end, (ah dust oh | ||
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you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee, | you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee, | ||
while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. <I>d</I>) Dalway. I hooked my | while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. <I>d</I>) Dalway. I hooked my | ||
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Revision as of 05:27, 2 February 2006
Le Mieux not Benjamin's Lea not Tholomew's Whaddingtun
gnot Antwarp gnat Musca not Corry's not Weir's not the Arch
not The Smug not The Dotch House not The Uval nothing
Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther Erat Est
Erit noor Non michi sed luciphro?
Answer: Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our
orb!
4. What Irish capitol city (a dea o dea!) of two syllables and
six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end, (ah dust oh
dust!) can boost of having a) the most extensive public park in
the world, b) the most expensive brewing industry in the world,
c) the most expansive peopling thoroughfare in the world, d) the
most phillohippuc theobibbous paùpulation in the word: and
harmonise your abecedeed responses?
Answer: a) Delfas. And when ye'll hear the gould hommers
of my heart, my floxy loss, bingbanging again the ribs of yer
resistance and the tenderbolts of my rivets working to your
destraction ye'll be sheverin wi' all yer dinful sobs when we'll go
riding acope-acurly, you with yer orange garland and me with
my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into the
waters of wetted life. b) Dorhqk. And sure where can you have
such good old chimes anywhere, and leave you, as on the Mash
and how'tis I would be engaging you with my plovery soft ac-
cents and descanting upover the scene beunder me of your loose
vines in their hairafall with them two loving loofs braceleting the
slims of your ankles and your mouth's flower rose and sinking
ofter the soapstone of silvry speech. c) Nublid. Isha, why
wouldn't we be happy, avourneen, on. the mills'money he'll
soon be leaving you as soon as I've my own owned brooklined
Georgian mansion's lawn to recruit upon by Doctor Cheek's
special orders and my copper's panful of soybeans and Irish in
my east hand and a James's Gate in my west, after all the errears
and erroriboose of combarative embottled history, and your
goodself churning over the newleaved butter (more power to
you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee,
while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. d) Dalway. I hooked my
