S t e v e Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 WAS IT A CAR OR A CAT I SAW.. 'WASITACARORACATISAW'.. This is the only English sentence which even if we read in reverse, it'll read the same... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Madam I'm Adam. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Searcy Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Sit on a potato pan Otis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Perhaps "only" has multiple definitions..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Searcy Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Live eviL Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DAS44 Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Who wins? It's not technically a functional sentence, but it's long as f'ck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DanvillRob Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 Lessee.... My Name is "Bob" and I work for "Gillig" My LIVE is a palindrome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigKahune Posted May 8, 2011 Share Posted May 8, 2011 . Dammit . I'm . mad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thundergod Posted May 9, 2011 Share Posted May 9, 2011 You got too much free time Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grampa Posted May 9, 2011 Share Posted May 9, 2011 A man, a plan, a canal, Panama! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Riverside Posted May 9, 2011 Share Posted May 9, 2011 Go ahead, read it backwards if you must: Dmitri Martin: Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open. On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb. Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no! Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash, A Goddam level I lived at. On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet! A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name. Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as I live. Dammit I’m mad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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