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*gentle hugs* for McK :kiss:

:) I likes me some EL hugs!


Jammer om dit te hoor. Ek hoop jy voel gou beter.:kiss:

Ons moet praat? Dit voel soos verewig wat ons laas gepraat het.

Ek mis jou. :rose:

Ik mis jou ook! Het dutje heeft me goed gedaan... ik voel me een stuk beter! Maar nu ben jij waarshchijnlijk naar je bed toe... jammer. :(


Get well soon :rose:

(and I still drool over your AV!)

*hugs* Many thanks, Gentle One. :rose:
 
Blurt: Dirty.

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The effects. Words cannot express what it does to people.

Thank you. I have decided that the blame rests squarely with the Third Edition of the Dictionary of the French Academy.

Thank you again. Language in general is fascinating to me and phonology is perhaps the most immediately beautiful aspect (orthography is also immediately engaging, but most are appealing in a different sense—different grammars and syntaxes can be quite beautiful, but it is not the same sort of beauty).

Lately I have been quite taken with the French word Arrête.
When all else fails, blame the Dictionary. Or the Bible. Either one will do, so I'm told.
I've never blamed either myself, though if the word rubicund is suddenly absent from the language, blamey fingers will fly.
When I think about your eloquent waxing my brain shorts out and the only words it produces are "beautiful syntax"...shortly followed (inexplicably) by the word "lachrymose". *shamefaced*

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CeriseNoire said:
Hey! Umlauts need love too.
Not these ones, Cerise. These umlauts have been very, very naughty. Sometimes your average umlaut can turn out to be a rapacious zealot of chaos. *pats you to ease the pain*
 
I wish I knew another language fluently. Spanish seems so very long ago and far away. Plus, I never got close to fluency.
 
I wish I knew another language fluently. Spanish seems so very long ago and far away. Plus, I never got close to fluency.

...I had to learn Yankee after living in the deep South for decades...

.....it wasn't easy but, hey, I'm trying to post here....:cool:
 
...I had to learn Yankee after living in the deep South for decades...

.....it wasn't easy but, hey, I'm trying to post here....:cool:

Hmmm, maybe that's what I need, a good trip south, where the women listen to me and say, "Doesn't she have just the cutest ac-ceeeeent?"
 
Hmmm, maybe that's what I need, a good trip south, where the women listen to me and say, "Doesn't she have just the cutest ac-ceeeeent?"

....you would be a novelty....yankee women do quite well in the South...

We Southern men...and a few Southern women I'll wager, all love the New York accent coming from a pretty girl.....you would be quite popular...;)
 
....you would be a novelty....yankee women do quite well in the South...

We Southern men...and a few Southern women I'll wager, all love the New York accent coming from a pretty girl.....you would be quite popular...;)

Tennessee, here I come!
 
Ooh, spontaneously breaking into song.

When all else fails, blame the Dictionary. Or the Bible. Either one will do, so I'm told.
I've never blamed either myself, though if the word rubicund is suddenly absent from the language, blamey fingers will fly.
When I think about your eloquent waxing my brain shorts out and the only words it produces are "beautiful syntax"...shortly followed (inexplicably) by the word "lachrymose". *shamefaced*

Jesus seems irreproachable in this instance, so far, but I could find blame in the Ancient Greeks. J'accuse Aristophanes of Byzantium: may you burn in the fire of a thousand suns!

You are right though to reserve blame for such a ghastly occurrence, rubicund is a wonderful and shamefully obscure word.

I do so love the word lachrymose; it is near vespertine on the list of words I adore.

Je veux prendre ma langue et lécher son sexe en haut et en bas jusqu'à ce qu'elle vienne violemment.

Well, of course you do.
 
...<sigh>....have fun.....but not too much fun...:rose:

I think, at this point, I should have the right to have as much fun as I can possibly have. Unfortunately I have not the funds, nor the time off to allow a trip south right now. Hopefully sometime this summer.
 
WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I FIGURE THIS OUT????

I get one of 8 working, no clue how I did it then I fuck that one up!

I'm starting over but I swear I rate somewhere between tree slug and rock.
 
Not these ones, Cerise. These umlauts have been very, very naughty. Sometimes your average umlaut can turn out to be a rapacious zealot of chaos. *pats you to ease the pain*

Alright... *holds her umlauts protectively*

I suppose that's fair.

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Blurt: June needs to get here quickly.
 
Equinoxe said:
Ooh, spontaneously breaking into song.
She wore blue velvet...

Equinoxe said:
Jesus seems irreproachable in this instance, so far, but I could find blame in the Ancient Greeks. J'accuse Aristophanes of Byzantium: may you burn in the fire of a thousand suns!

You are right though to reserve blame for such a ghastly occurrence, rubicund is a wonderful and shamefully obscure word.

I do so love the word lachrymose; it is near vespertine on the list of words I adore.
Hoppy sparrow. :heart:

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I think I heard two people utter my name tonight, and I wasn't even present. Darn, am I good. :cool:

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damppanties said:
Wantadampy.
 
Oh, that would make too much sense. In this case I was singing a spontaneously composed song of numbers in Polynesian languages. For some reason.



The sparrow hops along the veranda, with wet feet.
The reason is...you're just a phonetic, orthographic polyglot of a hussy. :kiss:
And, I love that sparrow thing. It sticks in my head and the words roll around and around. I dissect them like blocks.
 
The reason is...you're just a phonetic, orthographic polyglot of a hussy. :kiss:
And, I love that sparrow thing. It sticks in my head and the words roll around and around. I dissect them like blocks.

whitu waru lima kahi rima toru kolu tahi...

It is perhaps my favourite haiku by Shiki.
 
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