Favorite words to use when writing?

The sheep were shitting all over my stories.

And Ogg's not a Kiwi. (Courtesy of my Aussie cousins whose humor is lower than mine).
A. Why do kiwis take their sheep to the edge of a cliff?
A. They push back harder.

That kind of story?
 
And Ogg's not a Kiwi. (Courtesy of my Aussie cousins whose humor is lower than mine).
A. Why do kiwis take their sheep to the edge of a cliff?
A. They push back harder.

That kind of story?

What do you call a farmer with a sheep under both arms?
A Pimp.

Here in the states, they talk about Wyoming, where men are men, women are few and far between, and sheep are nervous.
 
What do you call a farmer with a sheep under both arms?
A Pimp.

Here in the states, they talk about Wyoming, where men are men, women are few and far between, and sheep are nervous.

Folks in Wyoming say that about folks in Montana.
 
What do you call a farmer with a sheep under both arms?
A Pimp.

Here in the states, they talk about Wyoming, where men are men, women are few and far between, and sheep are nervous.

Lol. I'm going to remember that one. Not being a sheep joke kind of person I hadn't heard them before. I thought they were funny
 
Sheep of war...

The War-song of Dinas Vawr
By Thomas Love Peacock

The mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valley sheep are fatter;
We therefore deemed it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition;
We met a host, and quelled it;
We forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.

On Dyfed's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met them, and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered them, and slew them.

As we drove our prize at leisure,
The king marched forth to catch us:
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall-pillars;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.

We there, in strife bewild'ring,
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen;
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,
And much their land bemoaned them,
Two thousand head of cattle,
And the head of him who owned them:
Ednyfed, king of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.
 
I try to use floccinaucinihilipilification wherever I can, but it's a useless word and has no purpose at all.
 
I try to avoid 'sequipedalianism'.

As the late Kurt Vonnegut used to advise his students: ‘Do not bubble. Do not spin your wheels. Use words I know.’

:)
 
The word "philoprogenitiveness" makes an appearance in Ransom of Red Pussy, but I admit, I did not put it there. The story is a rewrite of O. Henry's Ransom of Red Chief inspired by a long gone and forgotten thread here in AH. O. Henry put the word in his original and I kept it.
 
It's easier for me to say what my least favorite and least-used words are.

For example, a word I never use, in any context, is "utilize." It does nothing that "use" doesn't do better. It's an awful, contrived word that exists for no purpose other than to say what "use" does, but in multiple syllables that give its meaning a phony extra degree of importance and weight. Words like that should have stakes driven through them, like vampires.
 
Oh for fuck's sake....not again! Why the fuck is spellcheck lighting that one up? Did I just type hand son instead of hands on again?

Oh, you meant words we write not words I yell out while writing....
 
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