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Post by Phalon on Jan 17, 2005 11:16:30 GMT -6
I didn't really say anything...the beauty of platitudes - nothing has to make sense, and total stupidity is needed.
Translation - A wheelbarrow full of dirt. Let it roll off your tongue and not try to make sense of it - you just have to say it right. Like "Pfft". The P is silent. No spitting involved. Get it right.
Correct.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 17, 2005 11:27:46 GMT -6
so pfft is actually fft...gotcha. No spitting. kinda like the sound that is made when you let loose an arrow.....fffttt TWANG!
And thank you for correcting my syntax. What would I ever do with out you?
Twang
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Post by Phalon on Jan 17, 2005 11:38:53 GMT -6
Yes! Yes! The sound that an arrow makes when it's let loose. Perfect. The "pfft" sound has many meanings and uses - a very versatile thing...like rubberbands, which is what comes to mind with the word "Twang".
Rubberband
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Post by eirene on Jan 17, 2005 11:49:27 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 17, 2005 14:43:45 GMT -6
Tears
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Post by eirene on Jan 17, 2005 14:46:45 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 17, 2005 15:57:18 GMT -6
sorrow
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Post by eirene on Jan 17, 2005 16:02:57 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Jan 17, 2005 22:21:05 GMT -6
"I'm your dream, mind astray I'm your eyes while you're away I'm your pain while you repay You know it's sad but true" Metallica
true
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 17, 2005 23:18:25 GMT -6
The truth is subjective.
subjective
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Post by Phalon on Jan 17, 2005 23:23:44 GMT -6
Huh? I couldn't hear that. Speak louder.
Hearing is selective.
Selective
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 17, 2005 23:36:36 GMT -6
Too bad we can't do that with a lot of other things. Like selective flat tires.....
tire
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Post by guru on Jan 17, 2005 23:44:12 GMT -6
Few things are more aggravating than a flat tire in the freezing cold. Worse if you've bent the rim of the wheel.
wheel
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Post by Phalon on Jan 17, 2005 23:57:41 GMT -6
I've done that before...bent the rim, mainly because I was unwheeling, (unwilling) to stop in the middle of nowhere in the deep dark night. No, actually, that was just an excuse because I didn't notice the car was riding tilted.
Tilt
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 18, 2005 1:56:54 GMT -6
Ok, so apologies for holding up the game here guys....I've been going full tilt at this darn resume....I hate stuff like this and it requires too much self focus.....
focus
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Post by Phalon on Jan 18, 2005 2:20:38 GMT -6
Focusing my mind right now on the bed. Goodnight and Sweet Dreams.
zzzzzzzzzz.
Sleep
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 18, 2005 2:23:15 GMT -6
Ditto.....
snore
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Post by xengab on Jan 18, 2005 6:55:36 GMT -6
nudge in the ribs
nudge
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Post by Phalon on Jan 18, 2005 12:03:43 GMT -6
A nudge to the ribs, a poke in the eyes...pretty much the way Baby Phalon wakes me up on those rare days that I can sleep in.
Poke
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Post by eirene on Jan 18, 2005 13:01:45 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 18, 2005 13:33:22 GMT -6
unwell
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Post by eirene on Jan 18, 2005 13:35:31 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 18, 2005 13:46:53 GMT -6
wishing well
wishing
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Post by eirene on Jan 18, 2005 13:54:32 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 18, 2005 14:00:44 GMT -6
"You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however." -- Richard David Bach (b. 1936),
power
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Post by eirene on Jan 18, 2005 14:02:49 GMT -6
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Post by xengab on Jan 18, 2005 14:36:14 GMT -6
God
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Post by eirene on Jan 18, 2005 14:59:32 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 18, 2005 22:25:01 GMT -6
"Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, Grow" -- The Talmud (BC 500-400 AD)
grow
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Post by Phalon on Jan 18, 2005 23:21:57 GMT -6
"Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever."
[/i]Lord Alfred Tennyson[/i] 1809-1892
echo
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