Don't get stoned and go to a lecture on semantics.
It won't make you really zone in and learn intensley; you'll end up staring at the ceiling fan.

Following that, you may well get to the seminar afterwards where, on being invited to share your views, you may well find yourself standing up and explaining that it's all a load of bollocks, because a cat is not called a cat because it's not a rat or a mat; a dog is called a dog because it doesn't say "Bark" or "Woof" but rather "Dog! Dog! Dog!" and that's why the French call them "chien" because all they've got is shitty little poodles that sit there all day going "Chien! Chien! Chien!".

At this point, you may notice that everyone is staring at you bemusedly, and that the two attractive girls at the back of the room are laughing at you.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 12:48, 1 reply)

The Tradtional Owners of Uluru name the birds after the noises they make.
You are therefore right. Does this qualify for 5 pounds?
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 20 Aug 2011, 11:38, closed)