Post up....
Did you know that Clint Eastwood wrote many of the theme songs from his movies? He also sang many of them.
Did you know that the inventor of the brazziere was named Otto von Titsling?
Polar bears dont drink water.
Etc.
Super VXer
Post up....
Did you know that Clint Eastwood wrote many of the theme songs from his movies? He also sang many of them.
Did you know that the inventor of the brazziere was named Otto von Titsling?
Polar bears dont drink water.
Etc.
Super VXer
The longest word you can touch-type "properly" using only your left hand is "typewriter"...
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Super VXer
Oh my.Originally Posted by Bimati
It's an urban legend thread! How 'bout y'all verify these little factoids before you post 'em, or is it going to be a contest to separate the true from false?
Over 20 years of Isuzu enjoyment...
Super VXer
Oh, fer cryin' out loud....it's supposed to be a fun thread....
Some true, some unfounded, some false....just whatever.
http://andwhatnext.mu.nu/archives/155776.php
Could be true.
Super VXer
Eh, relax! You get enough of these in the mail you'll start debunking them too.
http://www.snopes.com/business/origins/bra.asp
Super VXer
That's funny, Black...I'm gonna have to check that site out.
Peace, Bro.
Super VXer
The longest word you can touch-type "properly" using only your left hand is "typewriter"...
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Might wanna try "Stewardess"... Close to "Typewriter" but, of course, the typewriter is not as cute or correct for that matter.
Last edited by Techy-D : 02/27/2007 at 10:45 AM
If you don't first THINK THINK, you could end up in deep DO DO!
Super VXer
Not true. Just look down at your keyboard.The longest word you can touch-type "properly" using only your left hand is "typewriter"...
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Super VXer
Got a question. What is the term for the definition of a word that can be typed only using one hand?
Super VXer
I believe the technical term for one-handed typing is "Pornblogging", but I could be wrong.
Bim
Super VXer
Did you know the longest word in the english language used to be antidisestablishmentarianism until 1992, when the word, floccinaucinihilipilification, came to be? However, practitioning advocates of disestablishmentarianism could be considered to be agents of counterantidisestablishmentarianism.
Last edited by ZEUS : 02/28/2007 at 07:22 AM
Sent from my "two hands on a keyboard"
Super VXer
Dammit... You'd think I would have noticed when I typed, wouldn't you...
I'm just going to shut up and get on with translating these proposed Vehicross potentials from Japanese to English...
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Super VXer
What about the song by Bette Midler?Oh my.
Super VXer
Just a song by the divine miss M...
Otto Titsling
by Bette Midler
from the album "Mud Will Be Slung Tonight"
"This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you."
Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva's house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva's mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!
Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
"Oh, thank you!"
The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
"Ohhh! Thank you!"
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