ever wonder what your jib is? and whether the cut of your jib is up to snuff? why do these antiquated phrases stick around? are we all three sheets to the wind? we all know what they mean, but what the hell do they mean? our metaphors are out of control. [and thanks, Metagrrrl.]
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