BY DIONYSUS' ALCOHOL LEAKING TEAT


three cats are competing in a race. there’s an american cat named “one two three”, a german cat named “ein zwei drei”, and a french cat named “un deux trois”. the cats all swim across a lake. the american cat finishes first, the german cat finishes second, but the french cat is nowhere to be found.

why?

because the un deux trois quatre cinq


[dah<200,200>][dah<200,500>][dah<200,300>][dah<200,100][dah<200,900>][dah<200,400>]


Betty Botter bought some butter but, said she, the butter's bitter.
If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter will make my bitter batter better.
So she bought some better butter, better than the bitter butter,
put it in her bitter batter, made her bitter batter better.
So 't was better Betty Botter bought some better butter.

Send toast to ten tense stout saints' ten tall tents.




Wat.
What.
WHAT.



Care for a banana?

Oh, I think you want a banana.


Because that shit is bananas.
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Below me...
BeLOW me...

Beloooooooow me....

I don't get it.



An interesting factoid:

Due to the constriction of the inferior alveolar nerve as it passes through the mandible foramen on its way to the tongue, there is only a limited combination of sounds a human being can make. For example, it is physically impossible to pronounce the words "eye", "laws", "dug" and "aim" in sequence.

You're welcome.



I do not understand why you/we named your/our race after a chromatic correlative. This bears further study.

In your savage and highly infantile mapping of sounds to concepts you call a "language", I would be called a "god", or "Banana Lord", or - on occasion - "High Wizard Overlord of Unnecessarily Pointy Things".