Inside the atmosphere, it's called a meteor. Outside, it's a meteoroid.
Meteoroids to meteors is a metamorphosis in name. Changing into a cockroach overnight is something more drastic.
Drastic circumstances call for drastic measures. I vote for BoWoGo's whisky porridge.
Whiskey porridge reminds me of a nice dessert: vanilla ice cream, a jigger or two of scotch over it, and a few espresso beans crunched and tossed on top in some attractive way.
Well, I think it is nice, others may not find it either a delicious treat or a wise dish to eat.
BoGoWo wrote:In Ane, Scotland, there is a tradition of making porridge for lunch using Scotch, rather than water. The result is a remarkably warm and cuddly feeling inside!
I wouldn't advise an after-lunch cigarette. That sounds to me like a bomb you're making.
To eat, or not to eat, that is the question; and the answer is yes. But what?
What does it matter; no mater what you ingest, the result is bound to be noxious, in some way, unless you stick to organic peanut butter; and that can be very uncomfortable!
with a name like Smuckers, it's gotta be good, Bo. Luvs that munchy stuff.
Stuff something called Smuckers in your mouth? It sounds full of something unsavoury; but, long live crunchy peanut butter.
Butter, sugar, peanuts and marshamallow creme can all be found in a Snickers Candy Bar. Smuckers is the company that makes yummy jelly and preserves and jam.
Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, but never jam today, was a pun by Lewis Carroll on the word 'iam' in Latin, which means now, but not now in the present. Useless bits of information of that type clutter my brain.
Brain cells die in their thousands, they say, when you have a drink. Is that why some people never remember when it's their round?
The omniscient, omnipotent "they". I listen to whatever they say.(sometimes)
Sometimes? I'd say 'go away, They, if you don't have a better name than a pronoun then you can't rule my life, you piece of Emmenthal,' and then symbollicaly slam the door.
Door to door salespeople can be very annoying. Especially if they are selling cheese, but don't knoe their subject well.
Well, I have never seen one who sells cheese; do you get them often? Though, when I lived in Warwickshire, I got a lot of people trying to recruit me to their religion...
religion and cheese have a lot in common; the older they are, the worse they stink, and they can be very harmful to one's health if taken without a 'grain of salt'!
Salt, what an interesting topic. St Thomas a Becket, a stinky religious person whose murdered body was reputedly found to be covered in lice, could while he was alive no doubt have benefitted from an occasional bath in salty water.
Water goes from rivers into the English Channel. On average, 60,000 passengers cross it every day, mostly by ferry.
Ferry travel? Reminds me of a ride to Mackinac Island. The only way to get there is by boat. No motor vehicles are there allowed!
