Well, pronunciation depends on degree of alcohol consumed at the given hour one attempts to... uhhh, yeah.
anyway it's pronounced as if saying "J.T." as initials followed by "Weymo" (way-moe) as in "Weymouth" which... by sheer coincidence of circumstance , as it turns out, is indeed my very surname.
As for the need to be watched, seems the oak trees have registered formal complaints and alleged injury in court a time or two. But since so few people in our society speak Oakese it's turning out to be practically no problem at all.
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As for the need to be watched, seems the oak trees have registered formal complaints and alleged injury in court a time or two. But since so few people in our society speak Oakese it's turning out to be practically no problem at all.
Since you are obviously relatively harmless to 99.9% of the population(barring those who are half-man/half-tree) I'm letting you out of the Padded Thread - on a day release pass only!
However since we are unable at this time to iron out the quite serious delluion of you being "American" and therefore believing you have "SuperPowers" I will be in the meantime prescribing you with some sedatives.
These will remain with you at AT ALL TIMES and are to be handed out with allacrity to anyone at all around you who may be "impressionable" and who are therefore likely to remain suseptible to shock at the sight of you in long blue cape and spandex.
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Now then, Paris, since we've got the formalities out of the way
is there any particular corner of the padded cell... ehh, "thread" I mean, sorry... that I should keep to.
And also, is one free to obsess on and count the buttons in the wall, and the divets thereof... no doubt whilst finding significant biblical relevance to their shape and pattern???
Mayst we maul over the nurses or dare we do so?
Oh and woman? Keep your bloody fingers off my long blue cape, memuommy sewed it for me from the unusual blankets I was wrapped in when my spaceship crashed in her husband's cornfeild on the 4th of July. God help us all but it's the only thing left to remember her by. I'm ashamed to admit it, but you being medical personelle and all that -- seems somehow permitted? I sometimes sit atop the sky-scrapers at night, wrap myself in it and suck my thumb whilst thinking fondly of my childhood eating mum's homebaked chocolate chip cookies. Oh darnnit, never mind, it's a silly thing anyway.
So then,...
one, two, three [my what pretty white buttons!] four, five...
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Nay, out of mind, out of site,
Tommorow is the past and yesterday was the future, today was tomorrow in the past, but tomorrow is the present and we are in the past....
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