we're not going to stop talking about grotesque sex acts.
1803 is old New Orleanian. In New England that's arriviste. Don't they have any old French upper class snobs there?
I saw that, and have considered adopting it as my own. I certainly live by it.
Really, unless the reprimands come to be as severe as the tasks are arduous, the motto will endure with only minor revisions.
This is closely related to, it is easier to get forgiveness than permission.
Really, unless the reprimands come to be as severe as the tasks are arduous, the motto will endure with only minor revisions.
ATM
There oughta've been a law
The slacker lobby really dropped the ball on that one. Surprise, surprise.
This would be why pot isn't legal?
"Oh man, what'd I do with those petitions?"
Hey look, the motto is an acrostic. The hidden text's relation to the text text is ambiguous, unfortunately.
Maybe not so unfortunate. Without ambiguity, exegetes would have to work a lot harder—an obvious lose.
I'm assuming that the more cut-and-dry a text is, the harder it is to draw out its esoteric meaning. I could be wrong about that.
It depends on the strictures governing one's mode of exegesis. In the "whack shit" school, the eso- and exoteric meanings need not relate at all, except when seen through the prism of the eponymous whack shit. Either you get it, or you don't. The whack shit experience is mystical and doesn't translate well into public discourse.
Come to think of it my own family motto is, "Less Would Do."
But that's actually a more complicated and devious statement than it would appear, contra 11.
My mom says our family motto is "Nothing in Moderation." It bears a surprising resemblance to the motto of the Bagthorpes ("If a thing's worth doing, it's worth overdoing"), but I think that they were discovered independently.
My dad's fond of saying, "Pass the gravy."
My maternal grandfather had a crest--not sure why since he was an historian but remarkably unantiquarian and not snobby--for his family. It reads "vera sequor." It's not a bad motto.
18, I'm only half kidding. That's his phrase for corruption in politics, religion, business, etc., things he enjoys complaining about. But cream gravy, yeah, breakfast fixture.
For it is better to incur a slight reprimand
The last line should be:
than to be chewed out for a major fuck-up.
Yup, it was a good piece. I felt really awful about the little old lady who, he feared, had been domed. How she wound up in Michigan I can't imagine.