Your servants, whereupon their bended knee, would serve their Masters during lunch, breakfast, and tea.
And perhaps this then is the reason that an appearance as the jovial County squire seems to be irresistible to the current inhabitant of Kirribilli House?
Striking the pose as everyman, but allowing for the accoutrements of privilege to be used. When one is in this position one must do not only what is right but what is seemly.
So the Housemaid's Knee.
It is a problem. What with his popularity collapsing and the scandals of Government.
The maid has been on her knees much too much.
Whatever will the neighbors think?
Mr Howard may I offer you some advice; place a rug under the lass next time.
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Comments (7)
Ex_Liberal_Voter
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Maybe you meant: UPON their bended kneeS. And perhaps you also meant - LICK their masters. The correct usage of "whereupon" is demonstrated thusly: "His excellency, Sir John Weasleton Howard entered the grand hall, WHEREUPON his grovelling suckholes fell to their knees with eager tongues drawn and ready..." I hope that this information has been both informative and useful. |
Mark E Smith
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Your wings could rot and curl right under me... We're in space...We're in space... |
*CAPTAIN_AUSTRALIA*
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Most people would admit that politicians are hypermanic, greedy, and power-mad. As housing-market Ponzi schemes are now destroying themselves and also equity markets, all that is on mad Howard's mind is the next election, and an insane power-grab at the states. Nero and his fiddle. Time for the grim-reaper to do his thing, I reckon. |
Ricardovitz
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In Australia, I rekon. I hope your land values drop their drawers lower than a horney homosexual lifer in the Longbay prison. Where's the best place to get me 500 acres of good rich fertile Australian soil, with plenty of water, clean air, and a good supply of dirt-cheap "servants" that can sharecrop my land for me? |
Chato
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Ricky, I don't know about 500 acres, but it has servants, and if you get the giant rat out of the place you will have a nice little harbourside mansion. Kirribilli House it's called. Down in Sydney. Free for the taking. And it sure beats Mexico City (And I should know!) |
Ricardovitz
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Is that what y'all call the place where you stash your hardened criminals? Must be an annex or something to Longbay. Well, I reckon if you can grow a good crop of yellow corn and some cotton in the soil, it cain't be all bad. We'll just have to figure on gitting rid of those criminals or converting them into hard-working share croppers. |
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