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where did you come across it? it is not a proper english word. perhaps you should ask someone connected to the place where you encountered it. it's likely playing on a combination of "accelerated" and "excel" perhaps intentionally perhaps not perhaps simply a mistake perhaps the explanation is "people misuse the language" or "people can't spell" |
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thanks, heather |
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ok. pepper: new zealand, being on the other planet, has its own sun. when it's summer here on our earth, the sun that orbits around new zealand dims (and for a brief time turns off) and it becomes winter there. there is no scientifically proven connection between these events. it may be completely coincidental. when our sun is low in the sky and it's winter time here, the sun that orbits new zealand illuminates and burns again and it becomes summer there. i know. it's weird. |
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calf muscle cuts in just below the cuff of the boot. even if my calves were huge, the boot would be loose at the cuff. is this so I can tuck in my pants? I love these boots. |
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boot fetish. sheesh. totally different thing. |
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of this predilection are. do the social norms of different cultures cause for this kind of attribute to be more or less prevalent? |
For some reason sometimes when someone starts telling me what to do, like just now when a technician on the phone told me to unplug my modem and a bunch of other shit for a bit, in a friendly tone, or, more commonly, when I was younger, when a doctor was telling me to position my foot correctly on a bit of paper so he could measure the size of my inner soles, I get this wierd, awesome pleasure. It sounds to me like there's some freaky brain wiring at fault here. It also sounds like it would be terribly embarrassing. Like you're wearing vibrating underwear and random people have access to the controls, and neither you nor they know it. |
I went to a club with a friend who had been contacted by someone who wanted to be his driver. His *driver*. To pick him up, take him to the club, stand around waiting to get drinks for him, and then drive him home. Nothing sexual at least from the drivee's perspective. |
"Oooh, hurrr, polish my shoes! Now take out my garbage! Haw haw haw!" Dumbasses. |
It's like wishing to be incarnated as a sensate bicycle seat. But the best part is that no one knows and "random people have access to the controls and neither they nor you know it." Sounds like life to me. Happy new year. |