Yuh got any cattle yuh need rustlin’? Any steers yuh need steerin’? Any broncos yuh need bustin’? Any varmints yuh need vamoosin’? (I’m also a pretty good bartender.)
I’m sure we can rustle up some work for him, Andrew Y.
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Git along, little doggie. (Right into my house, please. Just up the stairs to the right.)
Hahaha!
Reminds me of a joke. A posse rides into town and asks the sheriff “Have you seen this varmint – one mean hombre – he’s wearin’ a taffeta hat. And a taffeta shirt. Taffeta britches and taffeta chaps” What’s he wanted for?” “Rustlin’.”
snort! … ahhh, man.
Was just reading the A.Word.A.Day Sunday newsletter email, which is a compendium of feedback the guy who does the site has gotten about the words for the week. It includes a section of limericks people send in using the words. One of last week’s words was cynophobia, or the fear of dogs.
My kitty’s got bad cynophobia;
At the sight of a dog she’s all over ya.
She hisses and scratches,
A furball dispatches,
And then comes complete catatonia.
(-Steve Benko, New York, New York)
Can’t imagine being afraid of this little cowpoke, though.
(PS, I just discovered that a bunch of notification emails from July 18th went into my “promotions” tab in Gmail. I have no idea why.)
“Smile, they said. It’ll make you more approachable, they said.”