Do You Even Remember How In The Nineties Mansplaining Hot Plate Collector Tried to Destroy Feminism Whilst On The Toilet. I was to learn, much later, that my mother, a strange creature whose sanity had been permanantly compromised after a tragic incident with a goose inspector and a fire hazard, and about 23 years of alcoholism, was at that time labouring under the intriguing misapprehension that badgers had a penchant for angel delight. They applaused ridiculously hard for a comb awards event. After several minutes of applausing or applaudment or whatever, applauds which were surely loud and enthusiastic enough to conceal the noise of an elephant falling into a bathtub full of cats. <br><br>