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!
about 3 hours ago
Bureaucratic (note the correct spelling, for which the Guide does not award points because it's the sort of basic thing one ought to know) is the art, if one can call it that, of creating procedures, forms, and paperwork in quadruplicate that serve to delay and befuddle the otherwise straightforward endeavors of sentient beings across the cosmos. An activity so universally dreaded, it is believed to be the second most popular sport in the universe, right after Brockian Ultra-Cricket, a game so violently confusing that it pales in comparison to trying to get a permit for a pan-galactic gargle blaster concession stand.
about 6 hours ago
configphp7, not to be confused with a lost code sequence from a forgotten PHP symphony, is the digital equivalent of a Galactic Hitchhiker's shoelace: endlessly important when you need it, monstrously infuriating when it's lost, and entirely perplexing to those who have never tied one. In an online universe swimming with esoteric tags and inscrutable syntax, configphp7 is the one strand of spaghetti code that could possibly tie everything together, or, with a flick of an errant semicolon, send your website spiraling into the abyss of the 404.