how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Prinsiana City Quiz, number...oh, who cares.
Even Prinsiana succumbs to peer pressure. I have heard complaints (fine, complaint) that recent contests have been geared more toward the quick than the quick-witted, and that Prinsiana City should hold itself to higher standards. Hmmph. What a stupidhead that person is.
Regardless, we will try something new. Five answers. Best question for each answer by Monday gets one-and-a-half points. For the remaining two-and-a-half points, explain why an earlier post started with the phrase "zip, zip, zip" and why I'll need to start out another soon-to-be-posted post discussing the underwool from the Arctic musk ox.
If comments cease to work again, e-mail them to me.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.