ad Colin: (…) …Have you ever thought about seeing a psychiatrist about your language learning obsession? (…)
No, because firstly, my health insurance would not pay for it and the money I would have to spend on any psychiatrist for even sitting down and listen to me would be a total waste compared to the wonderful learning material I can buy for the same amount (ok, this is not a very rational argument but as an addict I’m allowed to put things “into my own perspective” ;-)).
Secondly, I’d go nuts if I lost my obsession. So, I prefer remaining crazy and enjoying my own personal “walk on the wild side” (but I admit I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get tired of it. If I do, I’m sure I’ll find something else to keep me busy. Actually, I’m pretty good at doing nothing too).
ad Jay: (…) …Many of the sentences I come up with would probably worry a psychiatrist though - cigarettes, wine, women, firearms and chainsaws seem to feature with alarming regularity… (…)
Personally, I’m not worried about your list of words but rather about the combinations of words you might come up with.
Chainsaws…women …oh my.
But then again, maybe it is all totally harmless.
You invited some women over and had a few glasses of excellent wine. After that you enjoyed some cigarettes when you remembered that you had not shown your newly bought firearm to the ladies yet. Why not impress them with your shooting skills? So, you decided to give it a shot
Since you don’t have a shooting range nearby, you dragged those poor ladies into a nearby wood to try and shoot some branches (you would have gone for some squirrels but you didn’t want to scare those beauties away). Too bad there was a hunky lumberjack (woodcutter) around who did not only thwart your plans to impress the lovely ladies but also received more attention from them than you appreciated.
So, you went back home and enjoyed more wine, cigarettes, looking at your firearms, thinking of the women and cursing that bloody (terrible pun, I know) chainsaw handling hunk and this is where I’ll stop because who knows how this story is going to end …