Today we pit two venerable words against one another to see which comes out the winner. Let us now begin the ultimate super fun word game!
It’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious versus kakorrhaphiophobia!
Here we go!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is easily the most fun word to say, so it’s awarded one point.
Kakorrhaphiophobia is the absolutely most difficult to say, so it’s awarded one point.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is the longest word I know; it’s given one point.
Kakorrhaphiophobia is an absurd-sounding word that is taken quite seriously by very serious people, so I must give it one point.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious comes from one of my favorite movies of all time, Mary Poppins, and it was spoken magnificently by the inimitable Julie Andrews, beloved by millions, so obviously it earns one point.
The winner of the ultimate super fun word game in a 3-2 split decision is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Here I clearly see a beautiful fountain splashing between two towering palm trees with a tropical ocean backdrop. It clearly is spring with so many wonderful birds and the flowers everywhere. Bobbing in the pool is a large inflatable swan. Lying restfully on it, turning the pages of a magazine and sipping an iced tea, is a large beaver.
My years in college have provided me with all sorts of useful knowledge. I’ve become a veritable human marvel overflowing with profundity and insight.
Higher education was once such a bore. Universities taught students loads of archaic, useless stuff. Take for example World Literature. Once upon a time professors taught the same ancient endless string of moldy poets like Shakespeare, Milton, Blake and Byron. But that old poetry is so overrated. It no longer speaks to modern people. We’ve progressed far beyond that.
About a year ago, my mind was blown away when my college professor introduced our class to some truly bold new poetry. Finally, I’d discovered the sort of modern poetry that actually speaks to me.
By far the most amazing poem that he introduced was one titled Vortex Bathsink. Perhaps you’ve already had the privilege to read it. Vortex Bathsink contains dimensions of sublime profundity that absolutely blows the minds of even today’s most learned. Our class discussed it for three weeks.
I’m certain you’ll understand why this cool poem has become so popular and respected in higher academics.
Here it is:
Turmoil. Marooned. Vomit with irony of wilted
reeds. Such a nice damn, your subway snack.
Spill that kidney. Unhinge a flaked echelon in the tent of ambush
and finally do come, say, yes, always… Big fat accumulations of false kittens!
Do! Do! Now I must do. We must do! Thump! Thump!
Here we see conclusive visual proof that a baby’s head that grows proportionately with his body eventually becomes much too large. Indeed, “adult” human heads can become unbelievably enormous and seem grotesquely bloated.
Here we have two intelligent cats learning to use “laptops”. Both are successful.
Once the missile glue dries, that is.
If angels have wings, heaven must have an atmosphere.
If heaven has an atmosphere, heaven must contain molecules.
If heaven contains molecules, it must have scientific laws.
If heaven has scientific laws, it must contain scientists.
If heaven contains scientists, it must contain methodical doubt.
If heaven contains methodical doubt, it must allow disagreement.
If heaven allows disagreement, it must be full of discord.
If heaven is full of discord, it must be rather chaotic.
If heaven is rather chaotic, it must not be blissful.
If heaven isn’t blissful, it must be somewhat hellish.
If heaven is somewhat hellish, it isn’t heaven.
Which is impossible.
Therefore winged angels must not exist in heaven.
The potential existence of non-winged angels in heaven will be considered at a later time.