We say wuhstershuh.


Wuhster, being a place in Wuhstershuh

Here's a list of words that I'd like Sundae to say with an air of authority (not purr) and, if she has time, for Clodfobble to say dripping with sarcasm.

Integument
Anaphylactic
Cromulent
adsorption
absorption
Littoral
Literal
Pre-Cambrian
Coelacanth
Dyspepsia
Horn and Hardart
Chock full of nuts
Besmirched
Envisaged
Malcontent
Euripides pants
Eumenides pants

Cromulent. An excellent word. Not used nearly enough if you ask me.




[eta] Only noticed the missing 'n' after bri quoted :p

OOOoooooo! I love 'besmirched' -! :heartpump

I use it all the time!

yes to Mackinaw.

Fucked up round here:

South Lyon (Lion)
Delhi (Dell High)
Milan (My Lan)
Saline (Sall Eeeeeen)
Ohio (Bag of Shit Munching Buckeyed Hobos)

HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!

Well why don't you just MOVE to fucking Michigan?

(Oh, that only applies to the Wolverine fans in Ohio.)

Fuck,fuckety fuck-fuck-fuck.

I can't find my li'l camera. My shiny, new super-duper, dslr camera doesn't record sound.

I have searched the whole house (admittedly that doesn't take long) and it's nowhere. I can sort of half see it in my mind's eye. Somewhere unusual. But can't for the life of me recall where I saw it.

Bloody annoying.

I wanted to record myself saying the same words Sundae said. Bad enough you all think we sound like the queen, now you think we're all sex kittens. Well, I for one intend to disabuse you of that notion. Enough of this purring like a soft, southern puss. I'll be growling the words like a stout northern dog.

I think a lot of the problem is folks from Great Britain aren't fluent in English

*nods sagely*

There was the story of a young Irish vicar riding his bicycle down the path between towns where he would meet an elderly priest from another parish, and they would discuss matters daily, until one day the old priest noticed the vicar walking instead of riding and asked him "What happened to your bicycle?"

The vicar explained that the bike was stolen.

"Well, then", the old priest said, "Next Sunday, do a sermon about the ten commandments and preach heavily on THOU SHALL NOT STEAL. Then you will surely get your bike back". The vicar agreed and went off.

The next week, The two met again and this time the vicar was again riding his bicycle. "See what I meant!" the Old Priest said. "The power of the Word. The Ten Commandments, and Thou Shall not steal!"

The vicar responded, "Well, not exactly, Father. I was preaching about the Ten Commandments, and I was all ready to preach heavy on 'Thou Shall Not Steal', but when I got to 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery, all of a sudden I remembered where me bike was!"

@ Dana, what makes you think you aren't sexiest when you growl like a mad, stout, northern dog?

I am a rosy-cheeked farmer's wife with calloused hands compared to Dani's angular poise and sharp Northern wit. She should be so unapproachable, but then you hear her laugh and realise this isn't someone who will cut you dead with a withering stare.

I'd like to have all the Brits on here, so you can hear a range of accents.
But then I'd like to have the whole damn Cellar on here.

I'd love to hear Gunmaster and York especially! They're proper furrin, but their English is good enough to forget that most of the time.

And I'd love to hear Monnie's hybrid accent. That might make me smile the most.

Foot, I will attempt your list. Although I'm sure 99% must be the same in an American dialect? So I have a sneaky suspicion you require them for a nefarious purpose, and are perhaps looking to splice together parts of my speech for a ransom request or taunting the police or somesuch.

When I read the penultimate entry I thought, "Hang on, surely he knows I have a good enough education to recognise that name and not mangle it?" Then I read the next one and put it together. Some haggis indeed. Not seen that before.

I bet she'll purr 'monnie' for ya. ;)

She would too. Purr it like a spitting cat :)