MEDAL, n. A small metal disk given as a reward for virtues, attainments or services more or less authentic.
It is related of Bismark, who had been awarded a medal for gallantly rescuing a drowning person, that, being asked the meaning of the medal, he replied: "I save lives sometimes." And sometimes he didn't.
2009 Update: A prestige currently trading at one eighth of a dime bag.
16 comments:
Metal for mettle.
But I like yours too, RBUD.
A prestige... sounds like presumptious political bling.
MEDAL, n. A symbolic compensation which spares the presenter from having to provide the real McCoy. See PURPLE HEART.
Very smart update Doug. I was wondering why you were talking about an eighth (of a dime bag) when in fact you were punning about the 8 golds won by bong smoker Michael Phelps. HA!
Oh, that Terry is so smart to get your meaning and you are so smart for meaning it.
Your definition is hilarious. Leave it to Doug to take the bong one toke over the line
You deserve a metal for those updates. Icy thought it was like when she wore last year's license; it fooled most people, but not the dog catcher.
This Phelps business was two blocks up the street from me. I could smell the smelt.
Medal: A very loose tooth.
I'll take the dime bag. You keep the medal, it will look nice on your man cardiagan, and we will call it even.
medal - such a waste of natural resources.
...have you seen a dime bag lately
(1/8 ,of a dime ,
not sure that is even a toke)...
Peace
as far as MEDALS go...think that the artists are the unsong heros ,here. they,too, give it their all (one hopes)...but should the metal fall out of favor(one STILL has the Memories).... PEACE(420)
ps.....should we met,no camera,cell phone photos allowed---Feet Only!!!
P.S...photos of me in compromised positions available from fbi/dea/cia....420 moments......Peace
Please pay no attention to that man behind the curtains... no pictures etc.......
I am made of metal!
And I like yours, Weirsdo.
Sauerkraut, political bling is made from sackcloth and ashes.
Right, Amoeba. " Sorry about your liver, son, but here."
You cracked it, Crow. The joke, I mean.
Ariel, I'm sure that's a victorian prayer.
Thanks, Nessa.
Sweet Mary, Pia, you've given me an earworm.
Icy, Willie and Walela are running on 2004 licenses. Hopefully the dogcatcher will be given a proper burial when all the parts are found.
Haha, Mule, really? I hope they got hungry for burritos.
Bear, I'm with you on the feet, but I don't think I've seen a dime bag in at least a dozen years.
Terry, I'm with him, but I expect to be over-ruled.
Some prize, Elbot. Congratulations.
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