exercising wordage


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By patrick on Monday, January 14, 2002 - 06:38 pm:

    ever get a word or phrase stuck in your cranium that you just can't seem toget rid of?

    sometimes its clear why the word is there.

    sometimes its not.

    I'm starting this thread with the intent to provide a place where you just might potentially exercise these words and phrases from your brain.










    so i begin with a word that has been in my head all day.










    poo naners


    thank you Cartman.


By droopy on Monday, January 14, 2002 - 07:14 pm:

    suddenly the word "exorcise" is stuck in my cranium.

    thank you patrick.


By semillama on Monday, January 14, 2002 - 08:53 pm:

    the words "poophouse rodeo" entered my
    head a few minutes ago, when I read about
    Heather and the store she won't mention.


By Platypus on Monday, January 14, 2002 - 10:00 pm:

    adipocere

    Because I've been spending a lot of time here.


By J on Tuesday, January 15, 2002 - 10:44 am:

    For some reason when I'm running late I say I'm on cock time.


By cyst on Tuesday, January 15, 2002 - 10:46 pm:

    words by joan didion:

    (One night about eleven o'clock in Las Vegas I watched a bride in an orange minidress and masses of flame-colored hair stumble from a Strip chapel on the arm of her bridegroom, who looked the part of an expendable nephew in movies like 'Miami Syndicate.' 'I gotta get the kids,' the bride whimpered. 'I gotta pick up the sitter, I gotta get to the midnight show.' 'What you gotta get, the bridegroom said, opening the door of a Cadillac Coupe de Ville and watching her crumple on the seat, 'is sober.')


By monit on Friday, January 18, 2002 - 02:54 am:

    What can you do with a drunken sailor
    what can you do wtih a drunken sailor
    what can you do with a drunken sailor

    earli in the morning


    fucking cellphone ring.

    someone elses - not mine. got stuck in my head on the plane home


By chingalo on Friday, January 18, 2002 - 10:53 am:

    yo no soy marinero
    yo no soy marinero, soy cap�tan
    soy cap�tan, soy cap�tan

    m�tame por favor
    m�tame por favor
    m�tame
    m�tame
    m�tame por favor

    (mi palabras de dolor)


By pez on Friday, January 18, 2002 - 12:52 pm:

    eugh.

    espanol supremisto.


By Spider on Friday, November 15, 2002 - 11:21 am:

    I'm surprised I didn't see this thread before. I get these brain loops, too.

    Once it was the Hungarian word "pulykamell," which I can't pronounce and don't know what it means. I saw it written somewhere, and it just lodged in my brain as "poolly camel."

    Once it was, "What do *I* think?" in an incredulous tone.

    Once it was "anaphylactic shock."