Barry White- You're the first, the last, my everything..................................................Frank Sinatra- My Wayo

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the wife and i erupted in a  most violent verbal altercation! 
     this epithet filled maelstrom found me pitched on the cold black sidewalk of anytown, usa!
     while nursing contusions and bruises, a dark looming shadow appeared from the edge of night.
     this young and restless bachelor wannabe felt a tingling sensation of glee (mingled with uneasiness) at what appeared to be a guiding light amidst this anatomically grayish brown approaching silhouette!
     though phantasmagoric and amorphous, an intuition of salvation discerned from the increased proximity between myself and said giantess!
     a gentle soothing voice seemed mismatched with such humongous human shape that upon closer inspection conveyed that distinct mien of femininity!
     she swung her immense torso and swept this measly dorky dada into her popeye size arms.
     ha!
     I thought “this must be what damsel in distress feels like”!
     thus fate anointed me as non-virgin olive oyl, who willingly allowed immensely strong bulging mountains of muscle (with veins that seemed swollen with might) to be saved from the evil brutus!
     without asking, this outsize woman uttered “you can call me Helen”!...

CONTINUED IN THE "PROSE" FORUM.

 

 

 

 ...Wassit Amy Winehouse, mette gekruisde lyn, en erg opgewonde: “Hi babe, Amy here. Come on over and bring some white lines, will ya? I feel like a little party.” En natuurlik het Abby geweet watter Amy is oppie lyn, want het sy altwee die cd’s, dan nie?

“Have me a new guitar, so you must come play for us, ok?”

Kon klein Abby nie haar ore glo nie, kon sy nie ‘n woord uitkry nie, en strip Amy haar moer: “: "Hey, who the fuck? You little bitch, what ya doin on this line? Don't fuck with me, ok? Fuckin freak!" en sy gooi die foon neer. Maar Abby was in vervoering. Het sy gehoor wat sy wou, en met oop oe staan sy en droom, die doel van haar bestaan eenklaps sonner enige geheime...

 
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...However, when one studies colloquial language you’ll come to realise that most profane words have an interesting authentic history behind it – much longer than that of the education department for that matter…

Prick
Interestingly enough, the word 'prick' when used as an insult does not come from slang for male genitalia but from something as mundane as farming equipment. A prick was a shaft of sharpened wood used to keep oxen in place. A person was said to be 'kicking against the prick' if they resisted authority even if it meant harming themselves. In other words, being a 'prick' was being unduly rebellious. (Okay, I guess that made me a prick back when I was merely 13 years old)...

 

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