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entirely on your perspective... to the untrained eye, it may seem trivial... but to some, it might just be a Majestic Truth. (and Nate, you should have that checked) |
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every erection should be checked, and rechecked..lubed, goosed, greased, gassed and all fluids be replaced. |
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Function: transitive verb Inflected Form(s): goosed; goos·ing Date: circa 1880 1 : to poke between the buttocks with an upward thrust 2 : to increase the activity, speed, power, intensity, or amount of : SPUR <an effort to goose newsstand sales> |
obviously, i always think of thrusts into buttocks. i tend to forget the second. |
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I'm campaigning for the death penalty for people who misuse "irony". |
it fits this definition just fine "incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result " |
I"ron*y (?) , n. [L. -ironia , Gr. speech, fr. F. -ironie .] of confounding or provoking an antagonist. 2. A sort of humor, ridicule, or light sarcasm, which adopts a mode of speech the meaning of which is contrary to the literal sense of the words. I still say your example was coincidence, not irony. SHOW ME THE IRONY! Whenever something is weird or coincidental, people say it's ironic. But it's not and they should be strung up and have a million poodles rape them. And don't tell me to shut up, I refrained from mentioning that you had at least five spelling and grammar mistakes in your 35-word-post bitching about how your parents didn't push you enough intellectually. Ironic? |
you're wrong. you should be used to this by now. |
What universe is this again? |
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nate your blessing of right and wrong is of no consequence. im comfrtable wit my usag of the word ironic. cat stop counting grammr and spelling mistakes thats pathetic. your refrain from condescention on my other post is nt candy for me...so don't wave it in front me as if it were. you should take some hard drugs cat and pll that boomer rang out of your ass. maybee youll sart to see whats really important. |
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How come no one lectures the poet on grammar? Do you break rules cat? |
are you claiming poetic license with your misuse of ironic? you should try ironic's cousin mo. a more apt describer. pools of semen. |
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Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4 1. Get enough food to eat and eat it. 2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there 3. Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it. 4. -Richard Brautigan The Pill vs Spring Hill Mine Disaster here nate: At The California Institute of Technology I don't care how God-damn smart these guys are: I'm bored. Its been raining like hell all day long and there is nothing to do. -Richard Brautigan The Pill vs Spring Hill Mine Disaster (written January 24, 1967 while ooet-in-residence at the California Institute of Technology) i think maybe I'll go on to read this book for a 4th time. |
or an bovelist. |
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I walked across the park to the fever monument. It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains. The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque read We got hot and died. -Brautigan |
"-et" - diminutive suffix. ooet = little egg. you've already been an ooet, nate. then you got fertilized and your cells started to divide. |
the food of the body is champagne and oysters, feed it then on champagne and oysters. the food of the soul is light and space, feed it then on light and space. i think i'll go to the liquor store, the take-out oyster bar, and then to the park. |
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was by my old house the day before yesterday. you should see the arrangement of flowers and angels my old mexican-american neighbors have on their front lawn. their best work yet. |
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you should ask your neighbors for suggestions for shrines. i bet they'd be spectacular. i started working on crimson's. i'm using a picture of St. Lazarus. Not the one who rose from the grave...the other one. I'm no good at poker. I play a mean gin, though. I like gin & tonics, too -- there's an evening for you, Nate. |
in 10th grade i attended up until they started practicing the confirmation ritual. i told my mom (something to the effect of) that she would be very embarassed if i was granted even such a limited audience with the bishop. i'm up for that, spider. i don't know if i'll kick your ass at gin, but i'll drink you under the table. |
since mrs waffles and i have been laying low, we have been playing a lot of games. She usually plays under the name Red Canyon and im Jet Nelson, making up the names is the best part. |
Every time I look at the title of this thread I see !!!!!!!!!!!ASSONFIRE!!!!!!!!!! |
We also use names when we go out. Last time I was Joan and she was Smythe. |
very strange band |
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I used to love ccd until sister rose found out that the couple who taught the class every monday night weren't into the seven sacraments and all that boring shit, but rather demonic possession and exorcisms. they would go on and on about the hauntings they had seen and the ways of the devil. I don't know who squealed on them, but one week we suddenly had a boring guy who wanted us to memorize the dates of immovable feasts and the like. |
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What are immovable feasts? I always adored it when our nuns told us about exorcisms and stigmatas and all the weirdo stuff. They made us all read a book about a 15 year old girl who had fought off a knife-wielding rapist and had been canonised because she died a martyr to her virginity. I think she was another Saint Therese. Anyway looking back now, it was a pretty unhealthy and dangerous lesson to teach young girls. |
eeek i did my confirmation. I didn't care enough to even bother not doing it, and besides, it made my dad happy. And they took me out to dinner. Further proof that religion is meaningless for children. The bishop they wheeled in for us was so old he had a helper holding him up and walking him around, and he had to whisper our names into his ear before he shook our hands. The nun that they brought in to prepare us for all this was a trip. If we got too rowdy she would threaten to revoke our baptisms. What the fuck was that about. We had no cool hellfire lectures though, just the usual glory and power and love thing. I'm jealous. |
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!!!!!!!!ASSONFIRE!!!!!!!!! |
bishops fuck |
nun to class: God made all of us me to nun: but who made God? nun to me: big frown no answer none of my questions were ever answered as a child CCD 101 |