It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments I think I’ve made it clear over the years that I like English just fine the way it is, and that I think that people who says it sucks for whatever reason (or, better yet, that everybody in England spoke French until, like, 1750 or something otherwisely absurd) are a bunch of morons who coulnd’t diagram their way out of an intransitive verb phrase. But, today, I saw a great, wonderful poem, and thought I’d ship it off for fun and stuffs:

Imagine the heartaches / Of diplomatic attaches / When the wind detaches / Their false moustaches.

In the words of Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog: AW YAIS.