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Cheese grater: Very much like a manure spreader, it scatters little bits of cheese all over everywhere, making some of the most profound comments and dearest held beliefs sound a bit cheesy. This is why so many politicians use one at all times, as any perusal of the "fact checker" site will show--thus making the US Constitution, Declaration of Independence, The Bible, and other truths we hold dear sound like whatever brand of cheese the politician is selling.
Belief:
Belief: A self-confirming theory. Leads to error, delusion, and is inimical to self-awareness. Can make a person anything from annoying to pigheaded to downright dangerous. People locked into a belief whose righteousness they are convinced of have left a trail of ruin and blood throughout history.
Really stinky cheese, of the kind that, for some reason, a lot of women seem to like:
Stinky Cheese: An expensive cheese requiring an educated palate in order to prevent the nose from objecting when the cheese is raised just below it and inserted into the mouth.
Ruin:
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Deleted, tailor, old man? No response to YesNo's thingy? Oh well, I shall respond to Deleted, then. Deleted: A thing which may or may not previously have existed, but whose absence now leaves only the testimony of some.
Moneybags:
Moneybags: Wallets for the 1%
The 1%:
The 1%: Ostensibly, a deliberate elite, manufactured through nefarious means, those who illicitly obtain virtually all wealth, have all political power, which they use to keep the remaining <does math quickly on fingers> 99% down. This narrative tends to inspire people to stand outside near Wall Street for years at a time, texting with one hand while sipping lattes with the other, all while protesting the injustice of it all.
Dupe:
Dupe: Someone who doesn’t currently know that he's clueless.
Wall Street:
Wall Street: Famous financial center of New York and America, and in some larger sense the world. The name is derived from the Dutch "de Waal Straat" from when New York was called New Amsterdam under those goofy Dutchies with their multiple consecutive vowels. Mind you, I 'ad me a right old time in Amsterdam when I was there--and no I didn't inhale. I put that stuff away years ago. I did, however, ride a boat round the canals.
Inhale:
Inhale: What Bill Clinton supposedly didn’t do, but if you think about it, it is kind of hard to exhale without inhaling first.
Pigheaded:
Pigheaded: Either a) resembling a pig in the cranial department, or b) stubborn as a mule. Note the abundance of farm animal imagery.
Horse sense:
Horse sense: A power used by Spider-man's slightly less successful cousin, Horse-man. While Spidey spends his days swinging around New York, Horsey (or 'Dobbin' as he is affectionately known) befouls the pavements of Doncaster. His horse-sense grants him the ability to smell hay from up to five feet away, and to role energetically on his back when he thinks no one is watching. He also has a tendency to kick anyone who stands directly behind him, meaning that his crime-fighting escapades only really work if he can reverse into criminals.
Bakewell pudding:
Lokasenna, that was the best, most clever, inventive one we've had yet. It is the sort of thing I joined this site to enjoy. Now confess that you are, in fact, Dobbin. That's right, take off the horse suit, pull that felt and chicken wire horse head right off and show us your beaming face. There's a good lad, and here's a Bakewell pudding to reward you.
Bakewell pudding: An English dessert consisting of a flaky pastry base with a layer of sieved jam (whatever that is, I'm getting this from Wikipedia) and topped with a filling made of egg and almond jam. Forgive me if I clutch my stomach and control an urge to heave. Ick. You English and your weird foods. Do you have Bakewell pudding after pea-prosciutto sandwiches? Or anchovy-lemon butter? Heave, I tell you. Spew!
Biscuit, being a far more simple, logical choice for a snack accompanying tea
Biscuit: An euphemistic word for more intimate body parts, used e.g. in phrases such as 'You caught me with my hands in the biscuit tin'. The American biscuit is soft and flaky, but the British or European variety is hard and brittle.
Scone:
Scone: Better than any biscuit I've ever 'ad. Least the one I 'ad in 'arrods, accompanied by some seriously good tea, in their cafe. I've never been to Harrods, and the enjoyable experience was topped off by said scone, with real clotted cream, I might add. There used to be a place in the West Village in NYC that was run by Brits and intended to be similar, and you could get scones and clotted cream there, and steak and kidney pie, etc. Forgot about that place. Probably been turned into a Korean nail salon. Everything else has.
Bone China--and if you avail yourself of the opportunity to be naughty and punny with the word bone, you win a fruit basket.