How words work…
…or don’t.
“Grampa says… ‘the metric system is the tool of the devil’, and that his car gets ‘40 rods to the hogshead…’” It’s almost like a free-form haiku, isn’t it? Too bad the driver is probably too uncultured to recognize it as such.”
“Because you’re not cultured
you’ll have all 4 tires empty next time
personally will I [do it]
complain to whomever you want
“You are not going anywhere tonight, Father. You know tonight is when the family plays Fortunatus.”

















