It is an interesting word. I love it – I hate it – I ate it – It was ugly – Did you see it? – I got some of it last night – It doesn’t make sense – You get home before you get it! – I got it, did you? – What it is? – It wasn’t me – It seems strange to me – It isn’t enough – It wore its welcome out and so on….
What the hell is it? No, seriously, what is it? I tried to look up the origin of the word it, but all I found is the origin of the "F" word, which explains why we say "fuck it," but this still doesn't explain the word it. Oh, by the way, if you click on the origins of the "F" word you will not be reluctant to use the "F" word anymore. It really isn't a nasty word after all. It simply means, Fornication Under Consent of the King. Just so the prudes don't get mad, I now say Fornication Under Consent of the King, instead of fuck. It takes longer to say it, but passes the prude laws.
OK, let’s forget the word it and continue with the history of Fornication Under Consent of the King. It is much more interesting and the subject makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Crap, hold the presses, my wife is headed this way! Gotta go….
I’m just saying,
Mittster
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