The hits just keep on coming. Boing Boing reader Doc says:
Here’s one to add to the series of bizarre voicemails you’ve been featuring. This was received by a friend of mine, from her sister, who left a message about how she shit her pants at the grocery store. Curiously, in her message she inadvertently used the ancient literary form chiasmus. There’s a small .mp3 of the voicemail at the site, along with a .wav file that people have begun to play with (including Steve Dirkx, of “The Butcher’s Covers” fame).
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Link to “I Shit My Pants: Spontaneous Ancient Literary Structure in Modern Colloquial Speech”. Here’s a direct link to the MP3 (730k), but you really do need to read the accompanying text.
Previously: bullshit comp-a-nee, Your fucked up Jewish chanting party, Confused, why don’t they outlaw BBQ Forks, Crop circle psycho science, Foreigners don’t have computers!, and Girl I Know You Messin Wit my Man.