Já que falei de cães clonados ontem, achei por bem mostrar as primeiras quichas clonadas, no já remoto ano de 1999. Ainda considerei dissertar sobre uma certa gelatina de 50 cêntimos que tivémos o prazer de "conhecer" hoje à hora do almoço (obrigado Wedge! Assim vamos todos manter uma distância considerável daquelas coisas!), mas achei que as quichas tinham prioridade ;)
As I wrote about cloned dogs yesterday, I thought it was only fair to show the first cloned goats, in the already remote year of 1999. I still considered talking about a certain 50 cents jello, which we had the pleasure to “know” today at lunch time (thanks Wedge! Now we’ll keep a considerable distance from those things!), but I thought that the goats had definitely priority… ;)
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Ummmm. . .cloned goat milk!
Ummm. . .cloned goat cheese!
Ummmm. . .Doh! This computer tastes funny.
Smithers! Fire our Board of Directors and get me these goats. I want them all to serve as my Vice President.
Not to be self-serving, but I can certainly appreciate Mr. Simpson's enthusiasm for all goaty victuals: as I have detailed in my Pulitzer Prize-winning Guns, Germs and Steel, man's success in both domesticating and utilizing the goat was instrumental in his ability to attain nutritional, economic and cultural viability. Once the goat was in place--that is to say, in service to early societies--it was just a mere hop, skip, and jump to that most grand of historical triads, the holy trilogy of guns, germs and steel (as I have painstakingly illustrated in my Pulitzer Prize-winning Guns, Germs and Steel.
Don't know 'bout all this guns & what not, but can somebody out like give the dimensions of the average Portugese goat? I am having a new Hummer customed designed for me & I would like--provided that these goats are small enough--to have a little goat pen at the back of my ride so when I cruise the ladies they all know I be down with the animal world. Already gots me a shark, time to gets a goat!
Dear Goat People,
Due to unforeseen circumstances I have had to let a number of members of the Revolution go and, as a result of this action, have a gaping hole in my once formidable rhythm section (I can't do it all, you know). What are the chances that I could get a couple of these goats to make some noise on my new album?
While I have your ear, have you seen my purple pants? They are a lot like my yellow ones which, in the event that you haven't seen them, have been compared to the pants you might find on a circus clown, or a Republican woman, or--and I take offense to this--a gay pirate. If you should see them, please ship them with the goats as I can't possibly make danceable music without them.
Dear Prince:
We would be delighted to participate in your new album! As you might have already listen in the "goat sounds" section, we do have fantastic voices! Please get in touch with our agents!
Now, concerning your pants, we must say that we agree with Tommy Hilffiger when he says "You're out of style" in his new TV show....
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