Sometimes, on a Friday afternoon, you just have to throw caution
to the wind and drink that 2+ year old can of diet root beer. Moot Beer.
"From under a tent just left of the small stage, a panel of judges doled out their points, but the real power lay with the moderators onstage, whose task it was to confirm that each new volley was indeed a pun, and not a mere cliche or, worse still, the kind of double entendre whose second meaning is derived from suggestive inflection rather than a legitimate play on words." -ms.05.23.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.