I emerged from a few days in a remote Western Alaska village to find out that our beloved govenress had decided to call it quits. It leaves me rather bewildered, to tell the truth, and I think my language will suffer.
No longer will I be able to refer to bulldozers which pillage the earth as Caterpalins. When a coworker makes a mistake, I won't be able to say "You really Palined up this time!" I won't be able to refer to vile, evil and bigoted acts as being 'palinesque'. And I'll really miss sitting down on the porcelain throne to take a palin.
But at least I'll be able to sing this little song...
(Thx to moviethemes.net for the tune.)
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Fantastic, hilarious. Unfortunately I don't think we've seen the last acts. She's either the dumbest kid on the block or the craziest vixen in the hen house. I don't think your palin-terms will go out of fashion for some time yet.
Have you considered aBiden on the bidet?
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