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Fucking. Two of my favorite foods are shrimp cocktail and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Nothing complements nothing else the way cocktail sauce complements shrimp. And peanut butter goes with jelly the way banditos go with God into the sunset.
I have a problem with oxymorons. See, they're all right I guess, but they're so stupid. But the thing is, an oxymoron is supposed to be a self-contained contradiction; that is, in most cases the modifier is the near antithesis of the noun, adjective, what have you, which results in a paradoxical aesthetic. Most are trite. But it is the inherit irrationality in coupling such words that oxymoronifies the situation, NOT the fact that the words themselves are seemingly opposites.
Let's make the case for "jumbo shrimp." This is in no way an oxymoron. It's just a thing. "Jumbo" indicates that whatever is being modified is in state of extraordinary largeness, and "shrimp" indicates that the object is in fact the food shrimp.
Let it go, Shenoy!
Yeah, and today in Dempster, Lily Alexander, my professor from last semester's AVF01 class, said to me in the hall, in passing, "You are not a good person," in her nasal, whiny, ridiculous Russian accent. The thing is I told her I'd do this extra-cirricular project for one of her classes this semester. I told her I'd do it because I handed in my final paper about a month and a half late. But fucking nuts to that bullshit. Like I even give a shit about her shitty class. Like I gave a shit then. Fuck that man. Not a good person. So a person's merit can be gauged by their willingness to do stupid projects for stupid people. If I did all the stupid projects in the world for all the stupid people inhabiting it, according to Lily Alexander I'd be a sainted. St. Mangalpady the fucking PowerPoint saint of shitty projects.
Sorry Natasha, you can take your extra-credit project and plug it into your russky.
I have a problem with oxymorons. See, they're all right I guess, but they're so stupid. But the thing is, an oxymoron is supposed to be a self-contained contradiction; that is, in most cases the modifier is the near antithesis of the noun, adjective, what have you, which results in a paradoxical aesthetic. Most are trite. But it is the inherit irrationality in coupling such words that oxymoronifies the situation, NOT the fact that the words themselves are seemingly opposites.
Let's make the case for "jumbo shrimp." This is in no way an oxymoron. It's just a thing. "Jumbo" indicates that whatever is being modified is in state of extraordinary largeness, and "shrimp" indicates that the object is in fact the food shrimp.
Let it go, Shenoy!
Yeah, and today in Dempster, Lily Alexander, my professor from last semester's AVF01 class, said to me in the hall, in passing, "You are not a good person," in her nasal, whiny, ridiculous Russian accent. The thing is I told her I'd do this extra-cirricular project for one of her classes this semester. I told her I'd do it because I handed in my final paper about a month and a half late. But fucking nuts to that bullshit. Like I even give a shit about her shitty class. Like I gave a shit then. Fuck that man. Not a good person. So a person's merit can be gauged by their willingness to do stupid projects for stupid people. If I did all the stupid projects in the world for all the stupid people inhabiting it, according to Lily Alexander I'd be a sainted. St. Mangalpady the fucking PowerPoint saint of shitty projects.
Sorry Natasha, you can take your extra-credit project and plug it into your russky.
