You have to wonder just how pleased the author was, with him/herself, when they thought of that nom-de-plume, amirite? That’s a boggler, lemme tell ya.
An “ingthing” is something Celtic too, I know an Irish song that goes, “With me intwing of an ingthing of an idoo, With me intwing of an ingthing of an iday; With me roo boo boo roo boo boo randy, and me lab stone keeps beating away.”
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You have to wonder just how pleased the author was, with him/herself, when they thought of that nom-de-plume, amirite? That’s a boggler, lemme tell ya.
Imogen is a Celtic name, so that could have been a clever pun, but no… instead we got the gibberish attempt
An “ingthing” is something Celtic too, I know an Irish song that goes, “With me intwing of an ingthing of an idoo, With me intwing of an ingthing of an iday; With me roo boo boo roo boo boo randy, and me lab stone keeps beating away.”
I take it that’s an Irish Drinking Song, yeah?
(Note: that would imply that there are actually Irish songs that aren’t drinking songs, I know, but…hey…)
What’s the relevance of the hooker standing outside on the left?