Ever Want To Throw Something At Someone?

No, not really, but. . .

Do I really want to be seen in public with someone wearin' a 'THE ONLY GOOD CHILD IS A COOKED CHILD' t-shirt?  Or how's about bein' asked "Is 'fizzics' the study of carbonation?"  Or "Trihalomethanes!   Is that caused by 3 saints farting in the water?"  Or "You know how Damocles was under the sword? So, considerin' how sporadic ya are when ya hit later menopause, can ya consider yerself under the cotton pony of Damocles then?"  Or "Yo! If ya ignore the heat in the centre o' the planet, and like manage to like drill a big hole all the way through, and ya jump in, what 'appens? Do ya like slow down and float when ya hit the centre, 'cause ya got gravity pullin' at ya the same in all directions, or do ya jus' pick up enough speed an' velocity to keep yo' ass goin' and ya shoot into space after ya come out the other end, and what is terminal velocity in a sitcherashon like that?"

Brought to me all at once over tay and scones.  I couldna (Aye, that's Scots.) 'av thought shoite loike dat up if I had a decillion years!

Then there was the accent that was used.  Ye gods!  Well not that the mullethead's affected accents would go unnoticed if we were where I was born.  Some adaptations should NOT be rushed.  Or should I say 'ATTEMPTED' adaptations should not be rushed?