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<amnesiac> the solution to Asylum Seekers are better signs to the Asylum
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The RalphyK Award for Best Writeup of the Year 2002
I'll have to reproduce it here, as (surprisingly) it was nuked, but not before giving the catbox a bloody good laugh. And the award goes to:
(idea) by name changed to protect the mistaken
A constanant is a letter of the English alphabet which basically isn't a vowel (aeiou). Therefore, constanants are simply the following letters:
Interestingly, Webster 1913 doesn't seem to recognise this term, neither does a normal dictionary... I'm sure this term exists - research shows it is featured on a number of web sites as well.
Fabulous, or what? Wouldn't you take it as a massive clue that a word wasn't in any dictionaries you could find? However, the "research" proves that it is, in fact, on several websites - a simple Google search shows current offenders to be a model railway page, a page of tips for aspiring singers (blimey, take their advice with a pinch of salt), and many more. Fans of comedy bad spellings should do Google searches for "cunty council", "accuntants", and "Yorkshite". The message is clear, folks - don't trust the internet. Ever...
Update! 2004 Best Writeup Winner!
V. To play the societal role of father to someone, usually inappropriately.
Example:"I don't like your condescending paternization of me just because you've been noding longer."
Superb. I don't think there's anything more I need to say. It stands up by itself, proud and aloof yet melancholy, like a casually erect penis with paint stains on it.
Updated homenode! New and improved! Featuring more arse!
-- Life Story --
When I was a child, my planet, Krypton, was dying. To save me, my father sent me into space in a special craft which- no, hang on, that was my cousin Ted.
Born in England, lived in Ireland, and England, and America, and Ireland, and England again. I'm here now. In England. Again.
Now I spend my time as part of a group of Vietnam vets living in the LA underground, framed for a crime they didn't commit. If you need help - and if you can find us - maybe you can- oh, no, hold on, that's my mum.
I like watching programmes about monkeys, especially the silly looking ones that are all arms, and that go "Oo-oo-oo-oo, AHH! AHH! AHH! AHH!" in every single film set in the jungle.
Lately I've been trying to track down the one armed man who killed my wife and framed me for- no, got it wrong again, I see where I've made the mistake, that is in fact the bloke who comes round to sell us milk in bottles.
Anyway, I've said too much. I can't let you leave here alive.
-- My Favourite Writeups --
Star Trek Mishaps - pure, unadulterated genius.
Return of the Jedi - Lord Brawl's writeup. If you listen carefully, you can hear a million kids' hearts breaking...
While I'm on a recommending buzz, go and check out IWhoSawTheFace, because (a) his writeups are shockingly good (every last one of them), (b) he's a top bloke, but mainly (c) he's got naked photos of me and Bea Arthur, you know, *doing* it, and will publish them if I don't mention him here. So go read his stuff. For your own sake.
Don't worry, I don't bite. I use a board with a nail in it instead.