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So lyrical! You can't just say these words you have to sing them.
You must. You must.
It's a song about a truck.
A truck.
A truck.
A song about a truck.
Is there time to sing?
No.
Is there time to sing?
No no no.
Is there time to sing!
No no no no no!
Arrgh!
Those things sure are pesky. Scootin' around with their crescendos of powerful motor. Flying here, flying there, flying anywhere they like. Good grief where will they fly next? They also have that annoying savage clatter. Clatter clatter clatter. Life is bad enough at times but who needs be reminded of punctuated guns"?
If only one of them is that annoying - imagine what a whole lot of them would be like. Would they be called a gaggle? A brace? A swarm? A hive? A squadronette? Note to self; must use crescendo in conversation at least twice today.
I understand that advice given under duress may not be seen as legally binding. I trust whoever this fellow is advising has a lawyer (good or bad) handy to see if they should act on this advice. Also it would be worthwhile to understand if proper procedures have been put in place and are being followed. There could be a potential claim given the hasty decision making.
We want that jolly jumbuck what you've got in your tuckerbag. Sometimes words just look plain silly when you write them down. Of course a loss of context doesn't really help. But there are three them. And they're like troopers. They are mounted in a sense. And they certainly are after something. There's also no doubt that they would look to employ excessive force to get what they want. Even though it wouldn't be a ram, joyful or not.
See..it all makes sense if you allow it.