The wriggling reliquary of Waking Ambrose.
No definition?Off with your head.
Which excuse do you prefer, Weirsdo? In a high, nasal voice I can explain that I was in a panic to fill the Saturdays between the end of Diogenes and the start of something similar in '08 and did this at the last minute.OrIn a deep and suggestive voice, I can put on a beret, dip a scone in a cup of Earl Grey Tea, and explain that as my writing evolves my own aesthetic slowly replaces Bierce's.Tell you what, you pick.
Or,Mother-in-Law, n. A tenant landlord in a beggar's cloak.
That's more like it.You are spared--this time.
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