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And use the other leg to kick someone weaker or less privileged than you.
My eyes are up here…
At least it’s a part that grows back, and better at that. The brain… Not so sure. (Trying to find one of the “my brain fell out/ran away” strips.)
Scientific progress controls the weather!
Watch out where the frat-boys putter, and don’t you drink that yellow water?
“Whom” indeed – wonder how many current readers, of any age, employ that kind of terminological exactitude?
Is there a guide to the state of Mr. Fox’s tie, like Dilbert’s as a sign of romantic status?
Especially with relatives like that.
Always at the top of my mind…
Quite right, of course – just stretching a weak theatrical metaphor to the breaking point.
And use the other leg to kick someone weaker or less privileged than you.