The 'ass', not to be confused with the 'arse', which is an entirely different kettle of fish (or backside, in this case), refers to a creature of sturdy disposition and remarkable stubbornness known on some backward planets as the donkey. In the vast unfurling expanse of the cosmos, 'ass' has come to symbolize both a beast of burden and, in more colloquial terms, an individual whose reasoning capacity might be outmatched by that of a particularly dim-witted rock. It's a versatile term, carrying the weight of both insult and endearment, often at the same time.
When travelling, if someone calls you an 'ass', do not take it personally. Unless, of course, you've just mistaken a liquid-thruster booster for a chair, in which case, do take it personally.
The traditional four-legged variety inhabits areas where technology has yet to render them obsolete, or where people have an odd sense of nostalgia for braying and shovelling manure. Metaphorical asses, however, are ubiquitous.
Avoid making an 'ass' of yourself by using your Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic incorrectly. The owner's manual is there for a reason, although it's widely accepted that no one has ever read it.
Galactic law mandates that every zoo must have at least one 'ass' on display, to remind visitors of the evolutionary road not taken. This has led to some zoos displaying mirrors in the 'ass' enclosure.
Feeling down on your luck with interstellar navigation? Try out the DonKey NaviSystem, guaranteed to get you to where you're going with the tenacity of an ass, or your money back!
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Postphp, not to be confused with a poorly spelled missive following the collapse of a mail delivery system, is in fact the cutting-edge digital communication framework used by the ultra-modern populace of Zygorthian-III. Famous for its ability to send messages through the fabric of space-time using the resonance of cosmic string fluctuations, postphp has revolutionized the way beings procrastinate on their paperwork across the galaxy.
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Envsmtp_access is, contrary to popular belief among the three-headed denizens of Betelgeuse, not a trendy nightclub located in the less reputable sectors of the Galaxy. It's an obscure but crucial protocol used by intergalactic communication systems to decide who gets to bombard your inbox with offers for oceanfront property on Mercury (a planet notably lacking in oceans, but rich in entrepreneurial optimism). Much like the bouncer of a galactic-scale nightclub, envsmtp_access determines which messages are hip enough to slide into your digital dance floor and which are woefully ungroovy spam, destined to boogie alone in the great void of cybernetic rejection.