Cynical simpleton; ingenuous genius.
No one notices except maybe your mom. Most people only go far enough as to care about whether you like them or not.
Partner Checklist: Pay attention: check! Be positive: check! Be supportive: check! Filter for implications: miss.
I’m pretty sure it means that drivers should shout expletives at any pedestrians who dare to use the crosswalk.
I have to say, excellent insults, and quite matches the tone of the more modern version of trolls.
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Admiral Fudge: Port your helm; we’re almost there.
Teddy Typewriter: I hope we don’t hit a comet.
Grenadier Shift: The world aint so big, when ye get away from it.
Let go the top gallant kite string.
I’m Captain Nicholas Nohooks and I’m second here in rank,
I used to be a pirate free, and made ’em walk the plank.
With Captain Kidd I sailed, I did, but now reformed am I,
And never a proper pirate crew sailed around the sky.
This reminds me of the night before Waterloo.
Behold me here, a Grenadier, whold place should be on land,
Why I should ship for an airship trip I cannot understand.
Perhaps it is to be my “bit” to keep away the cowards(?),
And to see that the boat while it’s a float don’t bump in to the clouds.
I wonder if I forgot anything.
Now I’m the chap who has to rap the old typewriter key,
Yet I will tell you that these are few I’ll let dictate to me.
With eagle eye I’ll scan the sky while we are up a float(?),
And whatever I see that appeals to me of that I’ll write a note.
Plenty work-e-e all the same-e-e.
Me Ah Fergettit, allee same on hop siede cook Chef,
Nice doggie stew, chop sooey, too, and mice for all, you see
I keep ’em fat(?), me tellee dat, while sailing through the sky,
So all will say, thlee times a day, “Well, we are living high.”
TO FUNNY SIDE READERS:
Do we know that the moon is inhabited or that it is made of green cheese? Do we know that Mars is inhabited or whether it is cracked? Do we know anything about Santa Claus Land or where Fourth of Julys are made? No! Decidedly no!
Realizing our terrible ignorance and remembering how long it has been since Alice visted Wonderland, the FUNNY SIDE decided that something must be done. The ablest minds in the country were consulted and exhausted. As a result behold “The Explorigator.”
Neither brains nor money was spared in fitting out this wonderful airship. It has hot and cold water, dumbwaiters and a southern exposure. The crew has be carefully selected.
THE EXPLORIGATOR sails from this page to-day. It will go directly to the Moon, where the first series of explorations will be conducted.
With your kind permission we will now proceed.
Salute and bow, and all kow-tow, for Admiral Fudge am I.
I’m not so old, but none so bold have ever sailed the sky.
I do not know just where we’ll go on our aerial curse.
But never mind, w’re sure to find material for news.
SHHH! Wait! I have a clew.
Hush! hush! ’tis I, that ???s ?y, Detective Rubbersole.
No mystery is dark for me, and sleuthing is my goal.
The moon’s green chees, you know ‘tis said, so if it’s so or not,
I’m going to find out for myself by tasting(?) it while hot
Aye, aye, sir!
Ye-ha(?) for Maurice Mizzentop, a fearless navigator,
I am the crew and a good one, too, of the “Explorigator.”
Though new to the sky no fears have I of sailing a flying ship,
But I will swear I’m up in the air on this here sort of trip.