This subject is going to be a can of verms, isn't it. We would have to actually think, before we post.
That's too hard for me. But I think listening to some intelligent discussion on the subject would be good for me.
Me, me, me.
What's good for me, is good for you, though.
'Cept maybe in this case, which I think was yur point.
I wonder why there's no name for those cement worms. Those ones that come out when it rains? Everybody knows those worms; that kind of worm in that condition/position, and yet the closest a person can come, is, "You know those worms that come out and stretch out on the sidewalk when it rains?"
Well, that's embarrassing.
Something everyone but Inuits knows. And we call ourselves a language!
Cement worms. The tragedy.
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