The word 'instantiation'...

... kinda makes me hard.

Why I love my friends (part x of n)

Lord Broccoli, in trying to arrange a visit to Lord Blue Pants' new West Virginny home, yesterday sent an exploratory email whose subject line was 'How green is your valley?' Since that time the email exchange among the three of us has flown with some alacrity, and the subject lines have morphed and jumped around thus:

How foul is your greenie?
How sheep is your dove?
How sheepish is your drover?
How cheapish is your clover?
How Shemp is your Moe?
How Flanders is your Swann?

No, it doesn't mean anything at all.