Your teasing reminded me of something from long ago: My grandfather once told me while we were sipping absinthe in a Peruvian hovel, "Every word counts." I asked him, "But how can the word -it- carry the same weight as the word -prestidigitation-?" And he said this to me as his face melted, "One day you will know, my child." Of course, I may have been hallucinating.
This was such a fun ride! I was teasing about the word count, by the way.
Your teasing reminded me of something from long ago: My grandfather once told me while we were sipping absinthe in a Peruvian hovel, "Every word counts." I asked him, "But how can the word -it- carry the same weight as the word -prestidigitation-?" And he said this to me as his face melted, "One day you will know, my child." Of course, I may have been hallucinating.
First of all, your grandpa was punk as hell. Second—I think I am going to duck down to the store for some absinthe and have a think on this.
It’s a little hard to read every 14th word but I managed. 🤭
So now you know my secret plan to destroy the world using jelly beans. Good going.