Where once the world was a riot of swimsuit models, all is now isolation and dread. Where once life could be greeted in a pink polo shirt with the collar popped, it can now be faced only through a pair of mirrored sunglasses in whose lenses the philosopher sees nothing but himself.
Aww. I feel for the guy even if he's one of AA's fruitiest heroes.
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What is "The Iberian Penisula"? Is this a typo, a subtle pun, or a Freudian slip?
If I had listed it, it would have been as a subtle pun. But since Herr Rott slapped it down, I use it as the outrageous Rotterism it is.
Where once the world was a riot of swimsuit models, all is now isolation and dread. Where once life could be greeted in a pink polo shirt with the collar popped, it can now be faced only through a pair of mirrored sunglasses in whose lenses the philosopher sees nothing but himself.
Aww. I feel for the guy even if he's one of AA's fruitiest heroes.
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