You know, in some places, these would be fighting words.
For far too long I have been trying to figure out wtf this means.
You’re a Deaddite, arn’t you?
Shoehorn Butterhorse.
Sheesh! Such kind of language really belongs in the Pit.
Nigblot blorney quando floon!
Angoriah nefrentheth m’fantiverian velnog. Kulcarrenvech d’stanziarin? Nerr! Belganstivar f’largost!!
Ongavineth, meh vestinaar:
Ganvelleth mefostin belgivian,
Il verness foh quarniath m’rivian.
Pestinath lanvarnin,
Dobrellanor carnin;
Belbanarieth votron astivian!
What the hell is going on in this thread? Seriously, somebody tell me!!
Some people are drawn to traffic accidents. I, on the other hand, am drawn by an inherent need to chuckle heartily at the expense of others, to open any thread started by Question. Perhaps I am ‘educatedstupid’ but I do notice more and more timecube showing up here.
Question, read the forum descriptions. Follow them. You may witness ONLY in Great Debates. Since this thread cannot really be moved into GD now, I’m closing it.
Also, Question, read ALL the rules in the ATMB forum. You’re on pretty thin ice. You’d better shape up if you want to keep posting on the SDMB.
Lynn
For the Straight Dope
As my explanations here are probably above your understandings, I shall revert to a more expletive method which I frequently use when I have to sermo with muddlecrass pupils. Imagine for my purpose that you are a squad of urchins, snifflynosed, goslingnecked, clothyheaded, tangled in your lacings, tingled in your pants, etsitaraw etcicero.
Comes the Question are these the facts of his nominigentilisation as recorded and accolated in both or either of the collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives? Saith a Sawyer til a Strame, Ik dik dopedope et tu mihimihi. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked, constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he continually surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of Accept these few nutties! and Take off that white hat!
When is a Pun not a Pun? Is the Co-Education of Animus and Anima Wholly Desirable?
Thou who fleeest flicklesome the fond fervid frondeur to thickly thyself attach with thine efteased ensuer, ondrawer of our
unconscionable, flickerflapper fore our untedrugged, lead us seek, lote us see, light us find, let us missnot Maidadate, Mimosa
Multimimetica, the maymeaminning of maimoomeining!
That grene ray of earong it waves us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow flogs time on the domisole, with a blewy blow and
a windigo. Some Poddy pitted in, will anny petty pullet out?
I’d risk a policeman passing by, Magrath or even that beggar of a boots at the Post. The flame? O, pardone! That was what? Ah, did you speak, stuffstuff? Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only.