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Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
As a typical Londoner, Gurcan had a high tolerance for random thoughtlessness; after all, if you live in the big city there's no point complaining that it's a big city, but even that tolerance has its limit and the name of that limit is 'taking the piss'.
Not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck.
Emotional fuckwittage
uppity children,
Five minutes later she had rearranged them into several words, none of which made any sense.
"Nosy tennis?" she said. "No, wait. Sticky cabin? Shitty chicken?"
Driggs frowned. "Wait-"
"Shitty chicken? Really, Driggs?"
"No, no. Cabin.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
That's bollocks,' said Owen's voice over the loudspeakers.
'That a medical term?' asked Jack.
'It is when I use it.
But to the world no bugbear is so great, As want of figure and a small estate.
Gloaming," Dad said. "What?" "That word I couldn't remember. Gloaming. That short, murky time between half-light and dark.
I jokingly refer to the word 'gourmet' as the 'g' word.
salacious gossip. The fact that
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
The fun we'll have tonight is called figging.
Nonsense on stilts
Its the shingaling, baby!
Patience, thought Milligan, that word was invented by dull buggers who couldn't think quick enough.
Wretched game, cricket, keeping romantic youths out in the sun when they should be indoors, applying balm to the foreheads of feverish young maidens.
Bug on the wall.
To insects--sensual lust.
Fabulosity. It's a state of being.
Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity.
Nature's fortuitous manifestation of her purposeless objectionableness.
fisselig (German):
Flustered to the point of incompetence. A temporary state of inexactitude and sloppiness that is elicited by another person's nagging.
Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! PUNISH THEIR CONVERSION!
Driggs, wake up." she shook him. "Driggs!"
"Whaaat?" he groaned, squinting. "Why again? With the shaking?"
She held up the scrap. "I just found this in your pants."
Driggs raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing in my pants?"
She smacked him. "Focus! Read what it says.
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
Global warming my gluteus maximus
The Cure: A new dimension of the word 'crap'.
From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.
Furbling v. Having to wander through a maze of ropes at an airport or bank even when you're the only person in line.
Don't try to defile the English language. I can think of a few other things I'd rather dirty up.
shoddily constructed sexual fantasies" The Guardian... a newspaper in England.
All right, it's a beach. I'm just messing with you."
"It would be funnier if we hadn't spent the last two days trying to hunt down the glitch."
"Did you find it?"
"Yes. The software seems to be submitting fake bug reports. Try to be serious."
"Try to not call me 'the software.
Saying and Doing, have quarrel'd and parted.
The Buggles was much more a studio environment idea, which we never actually took on the road.
Getting up at the ass-crack of dawn
Golf: A plague invented by the Calvinistic Scots as a punishment for man's sins.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
For like a poisonous breath over the fields, like a mass of locusts over Egypt, so the swarm of excuses is a general plaque, a ruinous infection among men, that eats off the sprouts of the Eternal.
Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal.
Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.
Gibbering case of Oh, Shit! I believe that's a bona fide psychological term; if it isn't, it should be.
The pains of disconcerted or frustrated habits, and the inherent pleasure there is in following them, are motives which nature has put into our wills without generally caring to inform us why; and she sometimes decrees, indeed, that her reasons shall not be ours.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE CREEPING MAN
Lepidopterists give the noun a gerund's push toward the verb, and say that butterflies are nectaring ...
gratuitous masturbation
of the
psyche.
A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.
They'd had this conversation in the cafeteria. They were waiting by the door so that Georgie could casually get in line behind Jay Anselmo, who was two years older than they were, really into No Doubt and competitive car stereos, and who would undoubtedly ignore her. What's
Don't bug me or I'll gas you said the creep
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
The name was supposed to be 'Googol,' which is the mathematical term for a 1 followed by 100 zeroes. It was before the Google spellchecker existed.
What's a dick?" Parenting fail number five-hundred-and-eighty-two of today. "Nothing, babe. I said tick. A tick is a bug." "So you called that person a bug?" "Yup. A big bug.
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.
Patronising fobbing bastard,
Word For The Day BOONDOGGLE (BOON dahg'uhl) n. A pointless project. Work of no value, done merely to appear busy. Alternate Word ICKY (IK ee) adj. Very distasteful; disgusting.
Remember back in forty-four when someone killed that pet parrot of yours? What was his name, Reynold? You know, the only friend you ever had? That was me, George. I fucked it to death then fed it to Goshy.
If it's grouse season," Gabriel pointed out acidly, "and you're keeping company with a flock of grouse on a grouse-moor, it's a bit disingenuous to ask a sportsman to pretend you're not a grouse.
WHORES.
Necessary in the nineteenth century for the contraction of syphilis, without which no one could claim genius.
Verbing weirds language.
The enemy, self-consciousness, is creeping up on them and Gibbsy or Biggsy is the first to crack, declaring that the music is shit and everyone stops dancing immediately as if a spell has been broken.
Immaculate Deception.
Cragg said, 'Come on, Rocky. I'm not getting
Lecktrickery? grinned the fool boys, rubbing their rabbits' feet against the spell of these longest syllables in all Tarnation.
Habit! that skilful but slow-moving arranger who begins by letting our minds suffer for weeks on end in temporary quarters, but whom our minds are none the less only too happy to discover at last, for without it, reduced to their own devices, they would be powerless to make any room seem habitable.
There is a set of harmless liars, frequently to be met with in company, who deal much in the marvellous. Their usual intention is to please and entertain; but as men are most delighted with what they conceive to be the truth, these people mistake the means of pleasing, and incur universal blame.
The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people.
We need to borrow your boat," said Vimes.
"Bugger off!"
"I'm choosing to believe that was a salty nautical expression meaning 'Why, certainly,'" said Vimes.
The God excuse, the last refuge of a man with no answers and no argument.
Cahoots.' He repeated the word, forming the syllables with exaggerated motions of his lips. 'Lovely word, that. The kind of word that's necessary to use, purely for the pleasure of saying it.
Go away, G. I'm wooing.
Goosnargh, said Ford Prefect, which was a special Betelgeusian word he used when he knew he should say something but didn't know what it should be.
The fascination of the abomination.
Instead of offering me a Garibaldi biscuit, she asked me with that faint lisp of hers, to 'have some squashed flies, George'.
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
We're not really intruding," he called down. "This is all a big misunderstanding."
"Stop right there!" shouted one of them.
Skulduggery held his hand to an ear he didn't have.
"What's that?"
"Stop!"
"Keep going?"
"STOP!"
"OK, we'll keep going.
Bugs lurk in corners and congregate at boundaries.
ingenuity. "This
This is the sort of English up with which I will not put.
by indignities men come to dignities
An educated Woggle-Bug may be a new thing; but a Woggle-Bug education is as old as the hills, judging from the display you make of it.
What is it, you ask?" Kali said, trying to cover her surprise with nonchalant words. "I haven't thought of a name yet. Got any ideas?"
"Shit," the pirate said, said of. The gag made elocution difficult.
"That wouldn't impress anyone at the patent office.
He's only being polite. You should look the word up," Denise settled on.
Ian snorted. "And angels fly out of my arse when I fart."
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Aren't you, uh ... " Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing?
Out of gas ... I haven't heard that one in a long time.
You bloody silly fool!
There was no sign of Jules.
"Bad news," said Elliot. "The man is sick. You're going to have to settle for me."
"Sick?" Vee demanded. "How sick? What kind of excuse is sick?"
"Sick as in it's coming out both ends."
Vee scrunched her nose. "Too much information.
Germ of endearment
An Englishman was reflecting on the different words that people use for fish. 'Isn't it strange,' he said, 'that the French say le poisson, the Spanish say el pescado, and the English call it fish - which is what it is.'
If I'm a faggot spell it right, I got way more than two G's
The bagger is the technique of lazy.
When London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement this Wednesday morning are but bones with a few wedding rings mixed up in their dust and the gold stoppings of innumerable decayed teeth
I'm a bloody Crank!
sucking on a football.
What the creeping crud is that?" [Percy] demanded. "You're inside a giant glowing chicken-man!"
"Hawk!" I yelled.
I decided that if I survived this day I would have to make sure this guy never met Sadie. They'd probably take turns insulting me for the rest of eternity.
Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words.
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.
Groovy? Is that some kind of code word?