fry and laurie
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schmericaA Bit of Fry & Laurie episode two, you are responsible for my favorite bit of linguistics humor ever.
Hugh: So to you language is more than just a means of communication?
Stehen: Of course it is, of course it is, of course it is, of course it is. Language is my mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my checkout girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square, or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God. Language is the dew on a fresh apple. It's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light as you pluck from an old bookshelf a half-forgotten book of erotic memoirs. Language is the creak on a stair. It's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane. It's a half-remembered childhood birthday party. It's the warm, wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy. The hulk of a charred panzer. The underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl. It's cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.
P.S., here is a picture of Hugh Laurie in drag. Do with it as you will.
Hugh: So to you language is more than just a means of communication?
Stehen: Of course it is, of course it is, of course it is, of course it is. Language is my mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my checkout girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square, or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God. Language is the dew on a fresh apple. It's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light as you pluck from an old bookshelf a half-forgotten book of erotic memoirs. Language is the creak on a stair. It's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane. It's a half-remembered childhood birthday party. It's the warm, wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy. The hulk of a charred panzer. The underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl. It's cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot.
P.S., here is a picture of Hugh Laurie in drag. Do with it as you will.
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14/3/07 05:02 (UTC)(no subject)
14/3/07 05:07 (UTC)also, pretty icon.
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14/3/07 05:22 (UTC)(no subject)
14/3/07 05:23 (UTC)but then i remembered... i was on the internet! there must be a solution to this problem! and there was (http://www.nbc.com/saturday_night_live/segments/9349.shtml?id=7). (and sometimes it could even be properly coded.)
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14/3/07 05:32 (UTC)(no subject)
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