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Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2005 23:34:37 GMT -6
Yeah, I've missed having you around, GP. LMAO.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 7, 2005 23:37:43 GMT -6
I aim to please Phalon...Though my aim is off a bit these days. I am going to go shoot some paper targets today though so hopefully my fingers will get nimble again. I am soo out of shape. It took me a whole 3 minutes to come up with that last one. Paper targets beware...
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 8, 2005 11:21:38 GMT -6
Baroque
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Post by Phalon on Apr 8, 2005 21:54:15 GMT -6
Baroque. Such a fun word. Like it so much, I once remember trying to find ways to use it in everyday conversation, (rolls eyes).
If it ain't baroque, don't fix it.
At the barbaroque party, my braoque strap baroque, leaving things flailing baroquely free, causing the other guests to barochoke on their food.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 10, 2005 13:50:27 GMT -6
I'm glad I wan't there to have to give the hinneylick maneuver to anyone that choked due to seaing you exposed like that. I bet it was the chickenbones not your baroquen straps that was the cause. Not that I am saying you are a bad cook or anything.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 10, 2005 21:13:08 GMT -6
No, no one's ever called me a bad cook, (or anything? Yeah well, maybe). One would actually have to make it through one of my meals alive, wouldn't they?
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 10, 2005 22:46:14 GMT -6
If you can't breath you can't complain...So that is the trick.
How about Maneuver
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Post by Phalon on Apr 10, 2005 23:01:40 GMT -6
Maneuver-bicide could be committed on this one....already a big stretch..."Man, eeeww, verbicide could be committed on this one."
And yes, "verbicide" is actually a word. A deliberate distortion of the sense of a word, as in punning. And I wonder why there is no such word as nounicide or adjectivicide.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 10, 2005 23:32:54 GMT -6
I think de liberating of things is a great. Opression of verbs is horrible. Think of how tasteless lives would be without the vherbs to season to our words...
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 12, 2005 21:47:19 GMT -6
Speaking of words...My daughter is protesting through silence tomorrow. Imagine that a teeneager not talking. I am so gonna egg her on. SILENCE
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 18, 2005 13:47:00 GMT -6
I take all your lack of responses was your idea of silence...Come on now it wasn't a command just a word. How about a new word to ponder... Invasion
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Post by Gabbin on Apr 19, 2005 23:06:39 GMT -6
I cut some flowers the other day and put them invasion of blue-rather nice. After that I went out with my golf invasion to shade my eyes as I was on my way to the Hospital for some invasion surgery I needed.
Ouch.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 19, 2005 23:15:10 GMT -6
O U C How much it hurts when you burn the top of your mouth when biting into a piping hot slice of pizza. It happens every time too.
LITTER
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Post by Phalon on Apr 20, 2005 10:10:32 GMT -6
A litter accident happened in the kitchen. Leaning over the stove, she litter hair on fire. Flailing around while trying to put it out, she trashed the place. Ended up dousing it with a two-litter bottle of Coke, which ate up the remaining hair that the fire didn't burn. Not hurt; though she had to wear a funky looking headdress for a bit, until her hair grew back. The head-garbaged her a bit, making her appear older than she was.
Note: this has absolutely nothing to do with my prowess in the kitchen. It never happened, and I swear that is not a litter white lie.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 20, 2005 19:24:29 GMT -6
the burning question is...What was she cooking? besides hair that is.
Prowess is the probelm in this case...Next time finish the cooking before prowling around in your catburgler suit checking if anyone had gotten into the cookie jar...
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Post by Gabbin on Apr 20, 2005 23:02:31 GMT -6
Some need to ride with a helmet, you need to cook with one. Maybe a fireproof suit as well. BOLL at the story, though.
Pizza burn-yeah, that hurts. I burned my mouth on some hot food the other day and now it is peeling a bit. Wonderful.
Litter role if you are from Litterania. I wouldn't say anything litterally cuz my litterbrary shelves are bare.
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 21, 2005 1:35:57 GMT -6
full contact cooking...sounds like a new craze in culinary circles. Spectators sitting back with their oven mits ready to catch the leftovers...
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Post by Grrlpower on Apr 25, 2005 15:27:10 GMT -6
speaking of leftovers I think this place has been neglected as of late. Poor topic...there there we still like you. I didn't mean to put a bad taste in anyones mouth when I mentioned leftovers. I cleaned out the fridge and got rid of all the thansgiving containers...too bad cause the science dept will not have a case study this year...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 4, 2005 20:33:35 GMT -6
Ok new subject? Sticks and Stones
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 23, 2006 0:07:34 GMT -6
Psst...Phalon? You up for another round?
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Post by Phalon on Jul 23, 2006 7:04:57 GMT -6
LMAO, Scrappy. From where did you dig this up? And why? A cruel and disfunctional form of punishment.
Reading through some of the pages, and BOLLing for doll-hairs; what the hell where we doing? Mind-in-the-gutter BOLLs most of them.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jul 31, 2006 0:24:53 GMT -6
Yeah but it was fun...loved the candy bar episode.....lol
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 31, 2006 16:13:03 GMT -6
Query the Quarry
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Post by Phalon on Aug 1, 2006 20:12:54 GMT -6
Oh, quarry night, the quartz is brightly shining...
A query oh deary Fairly Bored Mother: where the heck do you come up with these things? Query, query strange. Difficult.
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 1, 2006 20:59:23 GMT -6
Oh, quarry night, the quartz is brightly shining...
A query oh deary Fairly Bored Mother: where the heck do you come up with these things? Query, query strange. Difficult.
The dark abyss between my ears. Want a ticket to take a ride into the funhouse that is my brain?
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 1, 2006 21:00:58 GMT -6
Feet vs. Feat
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Post by Mini Mia on May 26, 2007 1:46:49 GMT -6
Pancakes & Waffles, Soft & Crunchy, Round & Square
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 26, 2007 9:34:26 GMT -6
Dang...not sure my brain can handle this thread anymore. Madam P is and always will be the master.
Maybe I'll dust off the old vocabulary later....
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 26, 2010 23:15:55 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Aug 27, 2010 19:16:10 GMT -6
OMG, where did this come from? I thought it had sunk to the depths of the board, like we sank to the depths of bad punning when it was up top. Ah, good times, good times.
You want me to do cucumber? Oh, that sounds bad. It could get me into a pickle and I could get snipped so easily. It's that center syllable that's throwing me. Where's Scrappy when I need her to tell me to get my mind outta the gutter.
In the Salad Bowl of Life, the veggie wedding went off without a hitch, except the groom (lettuce make him a carrot; his wife was a pea. Their kids, of course, minded their pea's and carrot's rules) kept fidgeting with his cucumberbun. He found it cucumbersome.
Southern cucumber brothers in too-tight jeans and fast cars: The Cukes of Hazard
An anti-veggie activist's cry: No Cukes!
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