Eurycles of Athens was the most celebrated of Greek ventriloquists, who were called, after him, eurycleides, as well as engastrimanteis (“belly prophets”).
Wife: "I must be getting old. Sometimes I can't quite find the word I'm thinking of." Me (10 years older): "Don't worry, that happens to me sometimes." Wife: "That's supposed to make me feel better?"
Okay, so Americans are slightly more confident of their martial prowess, but what lunatic thinks they could beat an elephant, unarmed, in a fight? I don't know that I could even convince one that we were having a fight if I was reduced to fists, feet, and teeth.
I could beat gerbils. As long as they're not too big. Through cutting remarks. I wrote something different, but for some reason, wanted to rewrite the original post into a haiku.
It depends what you mean by beat... i could stop the elephant from winning, by driving away very fast. Also the term fight is ill defined, victory over a cobra in rock paper scissors is virtually guaranteed
Folks are remarkably optomistic about their chances of survival. I've given domestic cats pills, and I'd bet on any one of my eight pound tabbies against The Rock any day of the week. Nothing I might or might not carry in my backpack would stop a charging grizzly or elephant, but any rat that picks a fight with me is gonna be meat for the cobra before it gets within ten feet of my feet. I have favorites among the order Rodentia, but rats are not among them.
When she was younger my daughter raised two consecutive pairs of fancy rats (two females, then two male siblings) and they were among the sweetest and most intelligent pets I've known, and I've had many. Wild rats, of course, would be a different story.
One of my uncles had a Metropolitan, and so did my art professor at college. I was a car nut back in those days, and I never knew that there was a station wagon version of the Metropolitan.
Naughty Louanne- so off topic. I've sewn for decades and that's neither random nor useless information.
I grew up in New England, and we have used the "Got to see a man about a horse" expression for as long as I can remember.
Headline of the Day from The Babylon Bee: Tied England-U.S. Match To Be Decided By Whichever Country Last Beat The Other In A War "We don't decide the rules, we just win the wars," said U.S. coach Gregg Berhalter in the post-match press conference. "Last I checked, we drive on the right side of the road and call cookies by their God-given name. Chalk one up for Team U.S.A."
unfortunately we won the war of 1812 which was the last time US and UK forces fought so we'll have to chalk this one up to Team England
Mmm, not sure I agree with that contention, with all due respect to our now-dear friends across the water. No American territory was lost during the war and America again asserted its independence from Great Britain. I think the best we can do is call the whole mess a draw. We do call cookies by their God-given name, though, and that should count for something.
This is true because I did not tightly enough define terms - the defense of Canada was was a British victory, as were the naval engagements, the fighting on US soil not so much, i guess a draw is the best we can call that mess... if we take the battles individually I'd have to cede it as an American victory as the very last time British and American troops fought was New Orleans which was a disaster for the British. Incidentally we call a certain sort of biscuits cookies too... its more a weird case of you guys calling scones/dumplings, biscuits (something which confused the hell out of me when I first encountered Spenser for hire... he's forever cooking biscuits to go with food, something which to a British eye makes no sense) On the other hand Qatar is currently hosting the Football world cup... so you guys automatically forfeit any claim to victory by not calling football (soccer to you) by its god given name
