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Dudley's dungeon -- Tuesday, 10 February, 2004

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Tuesday, 10 February, 2004 by Dion Nicolaas
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You slide on the ice.
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You slip and nearly fall.
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@ "Actually, a kitchen chair would do!"


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Dion February 10, 2004 14:56
First comment: 2 February, 2004 100 comments written
This one might be easier to understand for Dutch people.
Especially those who watched TV all weekend.
IMP April 4, 2004 07:35
First comment: 1 April, 2004 7 comments written
I thought it was just making fun of people that like to slide on the ice with unusual things like chairs or lunch trays... Weee slip crack spoosh... IMP ... imps ... little creatures of two feet high that could
gambol and jump prodigiously; ...
        [ The Charwoman's Shadow, by Lord Dunsany ]

An 'imp' is an off-shoot or cutting. Thus an 'ymp tree' was
a grafted tree, or one grown from a cutting, not from seed.
'Imp' properly means a small devil, an off-shoot of Satan,
but the distinction between goblins or bogles and imps from
hell is hard to make, and many in the Celtic countries as
well as the English Puritans regarded all fairies as devils.
The fairies of tradition often hover uneasily between the
ghostly and the diabolic state.
        [ A Dictionary of Fairies, by Katharine Briggs ]

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drowned while riding a lunch tray
Bob April 20, 2004 20:47
First comment: 20 April, 2004 3 comments written
Well, at the ice rink in my town, the little kids get chairs to push around and help them keep their balance.
gracefool June 7, 2006 08:30
First comment: 7 June, 2006 3 comments written
How you're supposed to know this in-joke, I don't know
Grognor April 4, 2007 20:55
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
No.
HK June 1, 2007 05:04
First comment: 1 June, 2007 309 comments written
I don't get it.
Wellan November 27, 2007 18:33
First comment: 27 November, 2007 247 comments written
Well, I get it...but it isn't funny. Too obscure.
gneek May 31, 2008 01:21
First comment: 18 January, 2008 159 comments written
The red nagaThe naga is a mystical creature with the body of a snake and
the head of a man or woman. They will fiercely protect the
territory they consider their own. Some nagas can be forced
to serve as guardians by a spellcaster of great power.

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breathes fire!
Zarquil September 26, 2008 06:17
First comment: 26 September, 2008 54 comments written
Yeah, I went skating with a kitchen chair. I'd rather have a throneMethought I saw the footsteps of a throne
Which mists and vapours from mine eyes did shroud--
Nor view of who might sit thereon allowed;
But all the steps and ground about were strown
With sights the ruefullest that flesh and bone
Ever put on; a miserable crowd,
Sick, hale, old, young, who cried before that cloud,
"Thou art our king,
O Death! to thee we groan."
Those steps I clomb; the mists before me gave
Smooth way; and I beheld the face of one
Sleeping alone within a mossy cave,
With her face up to heaven; that seemed to have
Pleasing remembrance of a thought foregone;
A lovely Beauty in a summer grave!
        [ Sonnet, by William Wordsworth ]

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, thanks.

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