RIGHT-HANDED TERPITUDE

And here I thought this topic was gonna be about athletics at the University of Maryland (our older nephew's goin' there).

I denounce that turpitude as often as I come across it..

Being left-handed, I wouldn't dare comment for fear of having my inbox stuffed with hatefulness again.

I was told that I started out left-handed as a wee toddler until I was taught that left-handed people are monsters and was forced to use my right hand from then on.

When will the lefties and their sinister port-o-phalangic agenda admit they're intentions and just learn to be RIGHT!

I only use damar varnishes, I will never use Turpitude on a painting

I have read years ago that while more lesbians are left-handed, than in the general population, not all left-handed women are lesbians.

There is also supposed to be a surprising number of lesbian vegeterians than in the general population of female vegetarians. Well, this makes more sense, since who would think a lesbian likes a frankfurter. Subliminally it could cause nightmares.

Anyway, a left-handed woman, that is a vegeterian, yet is quite heterosexual, might then be dealing with some very strong conflicting emotions?

Lastly, recent U.S. Presidents have been left-handed. I believe the plausible explanation might be that left-handedness might correlate with an ability to analyze better between both sides of the brain. This might put lefties out front for achieving goals. Or, it might also imply that behind a left-handed U.S. President there might be a star baseball pitcher screaming to come out?

I believe you have confused the reports of the La Brea tarpit ooze with the right of a free press to publish anything without regard to odor: http://articles.latimes.com/2013/oct/28/science/la-sci-la-brea-tar-pits-100-years-20131028

Turpentine turned out to be trouble. Many of my inhalants, kerosine perhaps first (cleaning copper or zinc plates after inking and rolling) were from doing stuff I loved. Now bad, eh.

Interesting tangent. By the way, their headline:

La Brea tar pits celebrate a century of stink, ooze and amazement

indicates an odd homocentric fixation, don't you think? Like it's existance began when people first started noticing it. In fact, it's interest is only derived from the antiquity of its fossils.

People don't order surf and turf nearly enough.

And whatever happened to creamed spinach as a side?

There is some interesting speculation about how prey animals fell victim as compared to predators who couldn't resist the trapped meal.

Are you sayin' journalists' writing stinks? I'll go along with that.

I'll take the lobstah . . . an' you can have the steak. I'm OK with creamed spinach--it's the brussels spouts i can't deal with.

Down here, instead of creaming the inedible they smother it in green chili.

Ooh, pass me the sprouts.....sizzled in butter, brown sugar and a tiny sprinkling of nutmeg......yum yum pigs bum!

I don't got no sprouts. I'll pass you the pencilled terps, aka turnips.

Oh no! Ternips is rude!
Mebbe that's what Set is talkin about

Roses on the piano, tulips on the organ.

Your double-entendres are getting almost as bad as some of mine, Bethie.