Drumsticks were first made with stones and wood. Now, I'm holding a pair made out of aluminum with plastic tips. What will the future bring in the world of drumsticks?!
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
And why shouldn't it mean that, I say? I like it. I can use futt the wuck in a sentence much better than for the win.
"Futt the wuck are you talking about, man?!"
"At the end of the race is a trophy for the win."