By wookin pa nub I am refering to good old WORK. Yeah work, that undeniable task handed down right after Adam and Eve screwed us all and got kicked outta the garden. I love my work dont get me wrong. It pays like crap (i'm in education/outreach) but its so fulfilling. I have dreams sometimes of doing other things. However that usually envolves some isolated mountain climb in the southern Andes or trek across the deserts of Africa on camel. So do we live to work or do we work to live people?
signed,
Q
Responses:
Bif
Yo, if he's wookin pa nub at his good old place of WORK, he's definatly wookin in a da wong paces, dude!
Bacon
You should live to work. When you finally make enough money, "nub" will then come "wooking pa" you.
Baron Munchausen
Why my good man, you should give up work entirely! Work is no occupation for the true gentleman. I myself find that there's nothing more fulfilling and invigorating than a dashing adventure in far off, improbable places! Why I myself once ventured into the great snowy Andes myself, on an expedition of the Imperial Menagerie of Vienna to capture a mature mating pair of wild Olaquatlequaieotles! Mha ha! Yes, we trekked for many days through the inhospitable frozen wastes, pausing only every now and then to drink hot coffee drained from the roots and tubers of the wild coffee vines, and eating only the tough flesh of the wild filet mignoin flowers which poked up through the ice and rime.
Baron Munchausen
Ha HA! But they say roughing it is medicine for the soul, and as my youthful vigour will attest, "they" are certainly right!
Baron Munchausen
Suffice it to say, we were all quite relieved when we finally chanced upon a pair of Olaquatlequaieotles, crawling majestically through the tree tops, piercing the air with their harsh, yet wonderous cries. It's one of the many sights that makes you truely appreciate how beautious and wonderful this Earth really is. We quickly brained them with our walking sticks but there was a bit of a botched job, mhwa. You see, Albrecht never quite appreciates his own strength, and he killed one instantly.
Baron Munchausen
Since Olaquatlequaieotles bond for life, its mate flew into a complete blind rage, and had to be killed as well. We spent the rest of the expedition looking for another pair, but our luck must have dried up, for we never saw another one. To this day, I haven't heard of a wild Olaquatlequaieotle sighting since, so I can only assume they have all migrated to Mardisothonia, where they no doubt are still screaming their mysterious cry.
