CREST, n. An heraldic device displayed by the American descendants of Sir Crassus Vulgarius, Bearonet, one of the famous retainers of William the Corncurer.
Son of ten fathers! would you sport a crestTo honor one, ignoring all the rest.The one who in his life you did disgraceBy taking on his name without his face?His crest? The only one he knew, poor fool,Adorned the dunce-cap that he wore at school.Go paint a dandelion and a ragUpon your panels, and then gravely bragAbout their origin- how every panelProves that the founder of your line was Dan'l,Who, cast among the lions' growling pack,Contemptuously turned on them his back;But one presuming brute, tradition teaches,Tore with his tooth the seat of Dan'l's breeches.'Twas thus the dent de lion and the ragBecame the arms of that illustrious wag.And ever since each male of Dan'l's line,Yourself included, as a pious signAnd token of his Scriptural descent,Has worn a rag protruding from a rent.
2010 Update: An illustrated topknot by which American freemen may lay claim to European authority.
19 comments:
Crest: My favorite tooth paste.
Number One again. I rock.
And number three to take the trifecta.
We claim an illustrious German family crest but I'm pretty sure the only connection we have to it is polishing it and stealing the name.
Listen to Nessa, Dawg. If you don't let the toothpaste out of its tube, then you won't have a crest. And likely, you won't have any teeth, either.
My Scotish ancestors were bannished to the Isle of Man.
Like Nesa, my only Crest come in a tube:
I.e. Jim's Little Photo and Poem Place blog
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A big part of my mornings and nights is spent fighting with toothpaste. Amazing to what places that thing can make it! With words it is easier, you can never make good for a word anymore once you let it out.
Jim, I think you and I are at the pinnacle of the royal crest.
Oh yes, K.A, I thought we had struck a truce! Did we or did we not?
I abide with my word until the other party breaks theirs.
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It's my choice of toothpaste too. Cinnamon because a girl needs a little zing now and then.
Not my blog, but ... I submit that there are three peeps here who need to get a room. For one of them, I suggest a padded cell. I would very much like to see the crest of this wave of nastiness and let it pass us by, never to return.
These days they are called "LOGOS" and people brand their blogs with them. ;)
Well done, Nessa, and I think you've earned the right to add a myna bird to the shield.
Amoeba, where wath that advithe when I wath growing up?
Jim, I'm sure most of us in the U.S. are descended from people who, far from being lauded in the halls of power were nearly dangled for the scaffold. Better to lie about our current affairs than tout our ancestors'.
Ariel, words fade faster than toothpaste on your chin.
Nessa, no wonder it's pointy.
Karen and Jim, I'm going to enforce the truce here. Let's keep our comments on topic for now, ok?
Jenn, and girls ought to get their zings.
Amoeba, I applaud that last sentence in particular. It strikes me that the trophies given out for winning fights on blog comment boxes are ethereal and unlustruous enough that winning isn't worth the fighting. If you've got nothing better to do, take up needlepoint.
Blogs need logos, I suppose, Cooper. As long as the engravers stay in business, I'm happy.
CREST, n. the toothpaste of surfers.
I got nothin' for crest. Obviously.
Funny, Quilly.
No, A-bell, thank you!
Pennsylvania royalty are so needlessly humble, TLP!
My mother makes me use crest. its the onely toothpates i can spell.
Don't worry, Boy. I can't spell with toothpaste in my mouth, either.
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