Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Crikey.

If you ask me, we don't use that word nearly as often as we should. It works seamlessly on so many levels:

"Did you eat my sandwich?"
"Crikey."

"Did you leave the gas on?"
"Crikey."

"Are those your panties caught on the ceiling fan?"
"Crikey!"

"So what you're basically saying is, yes, you were in Lederhosen n' Lace. But no, that Triple-XL, titanium-coated, K-Y dispensing, calorie-counting, lemonade-making, self-heating dildo was for your ... niece?"
"Crike this."

Oh, how I envy the vast expanse of words the British commonly use. If only they had better teeth ...

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