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Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Tom Scola - Jan 23, 2009 12:10:31 pm PST #8790 of 10000
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

Thanks for reminding me, Scrappy. They start renovating a Brooklyn brownstone on TOH this week. I have to put that on my DVR.


Barb - Jan 23, 2009 12:12:22 pm PST #8791 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”

Erythromycin is the one I always stumble over for no good reason.

That's the one I'm allergic to.

My mother, cannot, for the life of her, pronounce "tweezers." I mean, the woman has a better command of the English language than most native speakers, but perhaps it's because of the "z" followed by the "r" sound or whatever, but "tweezers" always comes out as "tweezles."

Drove me bats for years.


omnis_audis - Jan 23, 2009 12:14:49 pm PST #8792 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

to this day, my Mother says "Specific Ocean". There are others. But now that she lives in CA, she really needs to learn how to say it. Although, when I'm tired/stressed/hungry, my words get all discombobulated coming out of the mouth. In the head, works perfect. Not so much past the lips.


Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 12:16:14 pm PST #8793 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

My dad also can't say "Mitsubishi." I think the -sh in the last syllable trips him up and his brain (or tongue) makes it "MiSHubishi."

And the thing is, I know that correcting people makes me sound like a dick. And my reasoning of, "Well, *I'd* want to know if I was pronouncing something wrong," has ALSO been labelled as me being a rude, presumptuous dick. (Because, apparently, people are okay with mispronouncing words?)

So I try not to correct people, but it KILLS me.


Kathy A - Jan 23, 2009 12:19:09 pm PST #8794 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

So I try not to correct people, but it KILLS me.

Hee! This is why I learned long ago to restrict my correction to immediate family members and to back off when my sister gets growly about the issue.

My vocabulary has always driven her around the bend, even when we were kids. I was obnoxious about it, using really big words properly when I was only six or so, and she'd just grind her teeth because I was showing off.


brenda m - Jan 23, 2009 12:20:09 pm PST #8795 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I was so tickled by a common southern (mis)pronunciation of words like UMbrella and INsurance when I lived there that I have trouble sometimes dropping them.


lisah - Jan 23, 2009 12:20:42 pm PST #8796 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate

I stumble over words when I'm tired or anxious too and it's really embarassing when someone makes fun of me for it. I mean, I'm a professional word person!


juliana - Jan 23, 2009 12:23:20 pm PST #8797 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

UMbrella

Rihanna has forver ruined me.

wanders off singing, "ella, ella, eh, eh, eh...."


omnis_audis - Jan 23, 2009 12:23:26 pm PST #8798 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

I stumble over words when I'm tired or anxious too and it's really embarrassing when someone makes fun of me for it
ya, anxious. Like a first date with a beautiful woman. And introducing her to your colleagues, and forgetting her name. Nope. Wouldn't know anything about that.


Kathy A - Jan 23, 2009 12:25:19 pm PST #8799 of 10000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

I get all mispronouncing when I'm tired, too. Also, when I'm excited, I start talking really fast and a bit louder, so words might tumble out in mangled fashion more under such circumstances.

But my sister and mom still haven't given up needling me for the time we were driving to New England for our 1982 vacation, and I was waking up from a nap in the backseat to see fields of cows on the side of the road. In my half-asleep mumble, I said, "Look, horses!" They still, to this day, point out cows in fields and say, "Oh, look, Kathy--horses!"