You people and your big words are giving me a terrible migraine. My poor small mind feels tortured.
Yes, I feel your pain. I have one more big word for this thread, sadly: DictionaryYou people and your big words are giving me a terrible migraine. My poor small mind feels tortured.
Damn you and your four-syllable words!Yes, I feel your pain. I have one more big word for this thread, sadly: Dictionary
Reading those big words... I feel like I'm having morning sickness or trying to decipher Hieroglyphs. Wait... I think hieroglyphs are easier to decipher because it's made up of pictures. Pictures I can understand. Big words ... not so much luck.Big words sometimes = small minds. Don't let it get to you girl.
Reading those big words... I feel like I'm having morning sickness or trying to decipher Hieroglyphs. Wait... I think hieroglyphs are easier to decipher because it's made up of pictures. Pictures I can understand. Big words ... not so much luck.
O movies, O Varient...Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? O woe is me...
O movies, O Varient...Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? O woe is me...
Trying to think of somewhere sexy to go with hieroglyphs...naw screw it, move onto that second part.Reading those big words... I feel like I'm having morning sickness or trying to decipher Hieroglyphs. Wait... I think hieroglyphs are easier to decipher because it's made up of pictures. Pictures I can understand. Big words ... not so much luck.
Oh I'm gonna unleash my beastliness on your swollen parcel of dropsies with my roasted manningtree ox.O movies, O Varient...Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? O woe is me...
Is that some sort of magic thingy that you rub on your forehead and it gives you answers?Yes, I feel your pain. I have one more big word for this thread, sadly: Dictionary
Can I have it instead of just borrowing it?You can borrow my Rosetta Stone.
How excited?That got me excited.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!jigga-wha??
Mama mia!!Oh I'm gonna unleash my beastliness on your swollen parcel of dropsies with my roasted manningtree ox.
Bam...still got it.
Can I have it instead of just borrowing it?
How excited?
Please refrain from such proletariat parlance for each syllable berates my mind's ear.
I'm afraid my brother sage that at this juncture we must depart in our intellectual tracts for I must humbly object to the overly simplification of wisdom into such an empiracle system such as you have proposed. Does not wisdom need a qualifier, does not wisdom provide the immalculate vision to see between right and wrong? But alas even that definition betrays the spirit of my mind's musing, for what I'm trying to do is make coporal and abstract concept. Alas I'll ponder this further...
I lugubriciously must inform you though I am ever so elated by your mistaken judgement, I am neither learned nor respected, I am simply the transient nomad forever to be honest in a digital landscape of grandoise boasting and lies, till our next reparte!
Reading those big words... I feel like I'm having morning sickness or trying to decipher Hieroglyphs. Wait... I think hieroglyphs are easier to decipher because it's made up of pictures. Pictures I can understand. Big words ... not so much luck.
O movies, O Varient...Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? O woe is me...
Trying to think of somewhere sexy to go with hieroglyphs...naw screw it, move onto that second part.
I wouldn't expect anything else.The expectation that it would be: Priceless
The expectation that it would be: Priceless