Suck My Queue

As all civilised people all know, if it isn’t British, it’s wrong.
What the Zone 3 dwelling colonials in the US call ‘English’ isn’t, in fact, English at all, but a bastard creole barely evolved from a vulgar pidgin enabling a degenerate mass of immigrants from the four corners of the globe to point and grunt at each other in a facsimile of communication — a huge influence thereupon stemming from German (but that’s a discussion for another day).
In American ‘English’, for instance, one waits in line for things — like an overpriced, two-minute ride at the Mecca of overgrown, morbidly obese tweens that is Disneyland … (to which they also take their offspring).
In English, however, one queues. Or one waits in a queue.
The word derives from the French word queue, meaning ‘tail’.
In French, ‘queue’ also has another, less savoury (if somewhat salty), meaning.
Which is why I would much rather wait in a queue than in a line.
if I am going to have to wait then, rather than stand in a looooooong line, as precious seconds of my scarily finite life vanish into the entropic nothingness of Eternity …forever lost, like tears in rain … I’d much rather pass my time (with or without Aura) doing something dirty, wouldn’t you?
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