Dandoo
The very first bit is the funniest. I promise.
My response to what's goin' on.
posted by Autumn at 22.6.07
Look, I'd like to tell you more about myself, but I really hate these kinds of things. It seems really conceited if I go on about myself in anyway -- obviously loathed to do it. But then I think, "Maybe someone gives a shit."
Walt Whitman wrote in Leaves of Grass: "Do I contradict myself? Fine, I contract myself. I'm large and I contain multitudes." I always thought that Walt wasn't the only one. And anyway, if you want to know more about me, read the blogs.
Would you move thousands of miles away from everyone and everything that you knew and held dear to be with the one you loved? Man... that was a STUPID thing I did.
Suss to figure out She soon sussed out who was the boss in that relationship.
Moreish so good that it makes you want more Mmm, those cookies are certainly moreish -- I'll have another.
Stablisers training wheels I think I'll put the stablisers back on her bike, as she completely fell over when she tried to ride today.
Jakey a bum, a whino; a person who prefers to spend their day getting drunk His mum's a big jakey -- I saw her with a bottle of Buckie in Hunter's Square this morning.
Seedy a "pre-sick" feeling; the run-down feeling you have before you really get hit with sickness Ugh, I'm feeling a bit seedy today, my throat hurts. I just know I'm going to get this cold that's going around.
Bolshie pushy She's really bolshie when she wants to get her way.
Scooby clue, idea (Cockney rhyme: Scooby Doo = clue) And when he got to the parallel parking bit of his driving test, he didn't have a scooby.
Munter an ugly woman Man, I can't believe he's dating that munter!
Mocket dirty I'm right mocket after clearing up that dirty cellar.
Spitting drizzling, sprinkling; light rain Bring the clothes in off the line. It might be spitting now, but it's gonna get worse.
Yappashite a person who talks too much; a person who talks junk all the time That boy, what a yappashite. Talk, talk, talk.
Haar fog; sea mist particular to the east coast of Scotland You can barely see outside for all the haar.
Lead (1) an extension cord Move that CD player over there... and pick up the lead so it doesn't drag.; (2) a pet's leash You'll need to put Rex on the lead if you're takin' him a walk.
Ken (1) to know or understand You cannae ken this game. (2)int. you know He's a total boozer, so he could never work here, ken?
10 Comments:
My sister never loved me and niether did her husband.
Yes, but your sister can spell and you never could.
Where'd you get that her husband didn't love you? Did I miss that? I visually saw evidence of her love for you when you were younger and she'd get a treat and ask for an identical one for her sister. However, when the teen growth hormones were raging she didn't love anyone, including herself, most of the time. Thank God time has evolved and she's past that point and loves everyone, even herself. :-P
Whoa. Deep comment from Amah on a throwaway comment from ZT.
They don't love me because 1) Autumn put this on her blog and 2) Matthew teased me about it. I am a very good auntie. I read books in funny voices.
Wow. i just reread the comment I made in "Moral Dilemma" and I really don't proof read enough. I mean I skim over my comment to get the really bad ones but I obviously need to do a better job. I am a college graduate, I know my short comings and I can use the spell check. Sheesh.
You shouldn't have made fun of your sister in this "public" venue. And your sister shouldn't have read the story while she should have been talking to you. Shame on both.
Don't know why you both have to be so hurtful to each other, throw away comment or not. Little hurtful nips end up being BIG nagging hurts as time goes by. As your Grandma Bea used to say, "Peace and love!!"
There is definite peace and love between my sister. I think we're both joking, at least I am totally.
We're both joking, Amah.
I'm SOOOOO happy. Thought I'd have to gas the both of you with laughing gas for the rest of your lives!!
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