What's fascinating about watching intoxicated people, especially casual binge drunks, is how similar their reactions are to the little frustrations they encounter when when trying to do simple tasks. Not the missteps themselves, but the mannerisms while they try to muster a work-around the impairment.
I am honored of men, searched for everywhere, brought from the groves and the mountain-heights, from the dales and the downs. Wings bear me in air, and carry me beneath the sheltering roof. Then men bathe me in a barrel. When I emerge, I am a binder and a scourger. I throw old men to the earth. Whoever foolishly wrestles me, sets his strength against mine, will soon find himself flat on his back, groveling on the ground, without rule of mind, feet, or hands, though still strong in his speech. Tell me what I am called- I who fell men to the earth, dizzy with my blows.
Average Joe, Yes, and it's an appropriate riddle here at Althouse. I was already familiar, Jamie Jeffers does an episode on Anglo Saxon riddles in his The British History podcasts. Wonderful podcasts, but navigation on his site is the pits. This may be the one.
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What's fascinating about watching intoxicated people, especially casual binge drunks, is how similar their reactions are to the little frustrations they encounter when when trying to do simple tasks. Not the missteps themselves, but the mannerisms while they try to muster a work-around the impairment.
Drunk man. IN SHORTS.
I am Laslo.
You can tell Althouse was itching to get somewhere when she forgets an obvious "men in shorts" tag.
Don't forget your keys.
I am Laslo.
No men in shorts tag? If he's faking, it's a clever way to upskirting. The gathering crowd would be perfect for a confederate to pickpocket.
I thought it was a Ted Bundy thing, trying to entice those chicks watching to help him out.
Then help him to his car.
A medieval riddle:
I am honored of men, searched for everywhere, brought from the groves and the mountain-heights, from the dales and the downs. Wings bear me in air, and carry me beneath the sheltering roof. Then men bathe me in a barrel. When I emerge, I am a binder and a scourger. I throw old men to the earth. Whoever foolishly wrestles me, sets his strength against mine, will soon find himself flat on his back, groveling on the ground, without rule of mind, feet, or hands, though still strong in his speech. Tell me what I am called- I who fell men to the earth, dizzy with my blows.
Isn't it a well established fact that men cannot walk in flip flops?
Good riddle. Without context I wouldn't have gotten it.
Christy said...
Good riddle. Without context I wouldn't have gotten it.
3/21/15, 1:39 PM
Did you get it? Because there is a very specific answer that must explain the clues contained in the description.
Average Joe, Yes, and it's an appropriate riddle here at Althouse. I was already familiar, Jamie Jeffers does an episode on Anglo Saxon riddles in his The British History podcasts. Wonderful podcasts, but navigation on his site is the pits.
This may be the one.
I'll bet he is hurler, which may be why no one wanted to help him ...
ha, I get it
You got it, Christy ;-)
The man looked thirsty.
Most of the comments were by females, and nearly all thought it was hilarious. I'm not sure what to make of that, but it's not reassuring.
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