I hear you GrammarPuss..maybe just have to stay out of any churches until that planet is discovered..
..and yoink has assimilated some witty skills despite his clear inability to write in conventional English…what do you call that type of language young man/lady?
You’re man enough to know better then yoink…
.a double negative is “dunt cal it nufink”…which, grammatically means you “do call it something”…but I’ve spent a bit of time with “the youth” so I know what you’re saying.
Anyway..umbongo umbongo they make it in the congo…props to friendly racism from the 80s..
Ahh, God bless the Um Bongo advert with it’s faintly racist undertones:-
“Way down deep in the middle of the Congo,
A hippo took an apricot, a guava and a mango.
He stuck it with the others, and he danced a dainty tango.
The rhino said, “I know, we’ll call it Um Bongo”
Um Bongo, Um Bongo, They drink it in the Congo.
The python picked the passion fruit, the marmoset the mandarin.
The parrot painted packets, that the whole caboodle landed in.
So when it comes to sun and fun and goodness in the jungle,
They all prefer the sunny funny one they call Um Bongo!”
I’ve always wished that show “The Mentalist” was “The Mental List”, so Simon Baker’s character would randomly pause mid scene, address the camera, and list a bunch of things.
The show would become more watchable instantly!
“That’s correct, we did find bloodstains near the pool, it suggests that -
A well crafted book cover,
Receipts for cooking utensils,
A seafoam green 1973 Fender Stratocaster,
- the murder occurred there.”