My sister has certain words that freak her out. She cannot stand to hear these words, much less say them. They freak her out like spiders freak me out. I can’t explain it. These are a few:
“Pooh” or “Kaka” (when referring to that loveable cartoon bear, she calls him “Winnie the … you know”
“Penis” and “Vagina” (any other term to refer to these body parts is acceptable to her)
Other than this, she is a perfectly normal, sweet, intelligent individual. But WHAT is up with this??? Anyone else have words that freak them out like that?
I had a friend in college who hated hearing it.
That and the word cream. She loved ice cream but couldn’t bring herself to have a cream soda. Reference? who knows. She dated my best friend and I know she performed fellatio. Anyway, back on topic…
I’m not fond of hearing the word cunt.
But I like the sound of the word pussy and the wife uses it freely so I don’t feel weird about spouting it.
There’s probably more that I can’t think of at the moment - back to work for the time.
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I contradict myself,
I contain multitudes.
~Walt Whitman
the word ‘treat’ freaks the hell out of me. augh, it makes me crazy to hear it.
a few years ago i was going down the luge at calgary’s olympic park… when i got to the bottom the guy working said, “hey megan, want a treat?” oh, the bastards that put him up to that.
i also have a problem with the word ‘meal’ among others…
“If anybody wants a sheep, that is proof that he exists.”
The word I absolutely refuse to use in conversation is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, since I’ve found out that according to the Oxford English Dictionary II it’s a factitious word made up by some cretin who wanted to pretend it was the longest word in the english language.
My brother, when he was a youngster, hated the word “statue.” Whenever he heard it, he would become one. He would stand real still and stick out his arms in a stylized impression of what a shrine to any bit ghoul in “Night of the Living Dead” would look like.
Weird things, man, weird things.
After my younger brother learned about peristalsis in high school, every time he heard the word, he was unable to swallow. So I, of course, tortured him by saying the word when he was least expecting it. It was funny to watch him clutch his throat.
I don’t think there are any words that freak me out, but my little sister (Banana, not chocolate) has a few - moist, panties and slacks. You can imagine the fun ways I’ve found to torment her. ::evil grin::
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank
Put me down as a hater of the word “panties.” I know the “pant” part refers to “pantaloons” but I can’t shake the image of a guy making an obscene phone call.
When I lived on the Michigan/Indiana border my brother HATED the made-up term “Michiana.” Any commercial refering to “Your Michiana Ford dealer” etc. would send him into fits.
We struck down evil with the mighty sword of “teamwork” and the hammer of “not bickering.”
I can’t stand the phrase “bowel movement”. I’ll refer to excrement by any other name, but not that. I don’t know why, it just seems… poopier than the rest of them, for some reason.
Another word I couldn’t stand for a long time was “lung”. I thought it was a dreadful word, and I didn’t like to think about it or the organs they stood for. In fact, a lot of other organ names, and organs, bothered me too, especially “pancreas” and “intestines”. The word “organ” itself was also a big one. I used to like to think that I was hollow, and didn’t have all of these nasty organs with their terrible names. Now that I think about it, most anatomical terms used to bother me for some reason. Nerve, tissue, artery, cartilage, membrane, ew, ew, EWWWWW!!! The only exception to this was the heart. I couldn’t very well pretend I didn’t have one, and the word wasn’t that bad, and what’s a heart, really, but a muscle? (There’s another one: muscle. Eeugh.) Now I don’t mind any of these words or organs at all. “Lung” now sounds kinda cute to me, even.
For the longest time when I was little, I refused to say my own name, for reasons that I have since forgotten. I had to make up nicknames that I could give to people. Of course, I got over that, and came to hate the nicknames, but I couldn’t get rid of them…
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
A word that is like nails on the chalkboard for me is “precious”. I hate it. It makes me grit my teeth and shudder.
Another word I don’t like is ketchup (or catsup, or however you choose to spell it) I also hate it when ketchup gets on my skin, like on my finger, or whatever. The worst is when it oozes out of the burger and some gets under a fingernail!! cringe!! (I do eat it, though)
The “C” word is the worst, but another one I hate to hear is “barf”.
I absolutely HATE my middle name. And,no I won’t tell you why. Well, just that when we were stationed in Germany, my older brother and I went to Kindergarden at a German school where all of the nuns called everyone by their first and middle names. The german pronunciation of those two names together sounded a bit like something farmers say to their pigs. So, my brother jumped right on that, and for years, teased me unmercifully with it. So, to this day, I don’t even use my initial, unless I have to, and I won’t show anyone my driver’s license because it’s on there, and they won’t let me leave it off.
On to the real topic here, I absolutely ABHOR and LOATHE the term fu–. I HATE it. It is so derogatory and demeaning. It sounds like what guys tell the hooker they’ve hired. MAJOR GROSS. I love to do it, don’t get me wrong, but call it anything but that!
Changing my sig just 'cause…
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