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Started by DeterminedJuliet, July 01, 2012, 02:56:11 PM

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En_Route

Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:58:11 PM
Quote from: Asmodean on July 02, 2012, 10:51:50 PM
Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:48:02 PM
if I want to say "a heaving bosom" could I say that instead of saying "a" and then having people decide it's "a wilting tea tree?" 
That would defeat the purpose of the thread, as I see it.

Maybe.  It just seems like some things you can simply never say if you're limited to one word.  But this is DJ's thread, I will abide by her rules.

It would be reasonable to be allowed to add articles , pronouns  or prepositions without them counting as a word.
Some ideas are so stupid only an intellectual could believe them (Orwell).

DeterminedJuliet

Quote from: En_Route on July 02, 2012, 11:47:00 PM
Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:58:11 PM
Quote from: Asmodean on July 02, 2012, 10:51:50 PM
Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:48:02 PM
if I want to say "a heaving bosom" could I say that instead of saying "a" and then having people decide it's "a wilting tea tree?" 
That would defeat the purpose of the thread, as I see it.

Maybe.  It just seems like some things you can simply never say if you're limited to one word.  But this is DJ's thread, I will abide by her rules.

It would be reasonable to be allowed to add articles , pronouns  or prepositions without them counting as a word.

Sounds reasonable to me :)
"We've thought of life by analogy with a journey, with pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end, and the THING was to get to that end; success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you're dead. But, we missed the point the whole way along; It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing, or dance, while the music was being played.

En_Route


Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise
Some ideas are so stupid only an intellectual could believe them (Orwell).

OldGit

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational

En_Route


Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.
Some ideas are so stupid only an intellectual could believe them (Orwell).

En_Route

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This is shaping up nicely. There is a bit of everything: death, gastronomy, wildlife, violence, perversion, and of course, vaginas.
Some ideas are so stupid only an intellectual could believe them (Orwell).

OldGit

No antelopes yet, though.  Still, we can fix that:

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes

Ali

Quote from: En_Route on July 02, 2012, 11:47:00 PM
Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:58:11 PM
Quote from: Asmodean on July 02, 2012, 10:51:50 PM
Quote from: Ali on July 02, 2012, 10:48:02 PM
if I want to say "a heaving bosom" could I say that instead of saying "a" and then having people decide it's "a wilting tea tree?" 
That would defeat the purpose of the thread, as I see it.

Maybe.  It just seems like some things you can simply never say if you're limited to one word.  But this is DJ's thread, I will abide by her rules.

It would be reasonable to be allowed to add articles , pronouns  or prepositions without them counting as a word.

Oh hell.  Now I have to google "articles" and "prepositions".  I could ask my English teaching husband, but he would chortle heartily at my ignorance.  Carry on.

Ali

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice


("beneath" is a preposition, and "me" is a pronoun.  Woot!  Who knows English?  Ali knows English!  Ali knows English!)

xSilverPhinx

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above

(I don't ;D I suck at grammar.)
I am what survives if it's slain - Zack Hemsey


Siz

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above me;

When one sleeps on the floor one need not worry about falling out of bed - Anton LaVey

The universe is a cold, uncaring void. The key to happiness isn't a search for meaning, it's to just keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually you'll be dead!

En_Route


Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above me; ormolus
Some ideas are so stupid only an intellectual could believe them (Orwell).

Ali

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above me; ormolus buttons


xSilverPhinx

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above me; ormolus buttons were
I am what survives if it's slain - Zack Hemsey


Ali

Once I drove back to the decrepit remains of my grandmother's hamster themed wedding, urine gushing noisily, of course, because vaginas aren't watertight. There's Jasmine scented tea steeping with onions borrowed from Aunt Brunhilde, and poo-stained sheets in striking puse.  I frantically abused turtles by setting my power-drill on low before spinning into counter-clockwise rotational overdrive.  Antelopes beneath me; licorice above me; ormolus buttons were pressed