It would seem that Gertrude understood the pluperfect a little better than Bertha. For Gertrude, where Bertha had had “had”, had had “had had”. “Had had” had much more oomph. Good for Gertrude.
Or so I’m told. (See, they’re all pretty gullible.) And Fishkill fish Fishkill fish kill kill Fishkill fish. Because Fishkill fish Fishkill fish fish fish Fishkill fish. (They’re pretty vicious.) And Liverpool pools Liverpool pools pool pool Liverpool pools. (That is, when the pools pool pools.) And it may even be true that Hartford fords Hartford Fords ford ford Hartford Fords. (If you believe, as I do, that a ford can ford a Ford. A sunken one, that is.) And I need to thank someone, somewhere, for helping me with this last one–and I swear I’ll find out where–because help [that] help help [in turn] help help. It’s too bad that sometimes games people play play people.
It may sound silly, but this teacher on vacation is going on vacation. I know you’re already addicted to my vacuous vapidity, but, hey. There’s plenty of that everywhere. Go read some more at the blog of your choice.
Time to take the plunge.
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