Gotta vote for grandad! Can't win against "eradicated smallpox" or "won a Nobel prize for penicillin antibiotics", though.
Just as spilling means licking in fraternities at college, so crunching shall mean skullfucking under my regime at the picture house.
[Y]our toddler cannot understand the movie and must therefore pay a surcharge of Â£900 on his or her ticket, both for taking up valuable space in the theatre and for putting the entire audience on amber alert for a loud case of â€˜the grumpiesâ€™. In such cases, a knowing smile and statement attesting to your child being "overtired" are neither satisfactory nor welcome. You will be ejected from the cinema post-haste, and your child will be fired from a cannon on the roof of the cinema through the icy freeze of outer space and into the heart of the sun.
The best one:
The Baron of Fawsley, Lord St John,
Had a fine buckskin coat with a frt john.
He said, "It was guthven
Me by Viscount Ruthven,
Who thinks I'm a cowboy, or t john."
Intriguing mass-market sub-irrigation planter, supposedly better in every way than regular pots etc.
Render a frame (2 minutes), take a picture, render a frame (2 minutes), take a picture...