Charles Dickens walks into a bar and orders a martini. The bartender asks, “Olive or twist?” Over the past several decades many jokes have featured all manner of people and other creatures walking into bars. For example: Two ropes walk into a bar. The first rope orders a beer. “We don’t serve ropes here,” sneers […]
Welcome to the website woven for wordaholics, logolepts, and verbivores. Carnivores eat meat; herbivores eat plants and vegetables; verbivores devour words. If you are heels over head (as well as head over heels) in love with words, tarry here a while to graze or, perhaps, feast on the English language. Ours is the only language in which you drive in a parkway and park in a driveway and your nose can run and your feet can smell.
