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Uncle Andrew
Came up with this one while discussing cell phones with our housemate.
TrogLuddite: a Luddite of such drastically Ludditian depth and scope that (s)he posesses technological predilections and/or skills approaching that of a caveman.
Uncle Andrew
I was out with a couple of friends this afternoon when I spotted this particular gem in the window of some ice cream store—Rocky Mountain Creamery? Creamy Mountain Rockery? Creamy Rocky Mountainry? Whatever—and had to snap a shot of it for Food Fright.
I don’t feel that a ton of explanation is necessary, but I have to day that I just love the oh-so-subtle correlation between Valentine’s Day (and, by proxy, sex), chocolate and boobies. “Whoa, check out the tarts on that one!”
The medium is the message, and the message is mammaries.
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