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captain cumulonimbus
4th Sep 2005, 18:31
well,what is it?

mine is either "punani" or "custard".i cant decide.

corky83
4th Sep 2005, 20:06
I don't have a particular favourite, but I like to use write the words colour, catalogue, programme and maximise whenever folk from the left side of the pond are reading...

In a sort of sub-thread, I really hate the words scuttle, portion and trundle.

Standard Noise
4th Sep 2005, 20:07
I rather like 'arsebiscuit'.

colmac747
4th Sep 2005, 20:11
Floccinaucinihilipilification..

Use it everyday:}

Apparently it means the act of estimating as worthless:(

Farrell
4th Sep 2005, 20:23
.......................PASS

SyllogismCheck
4th Sep 2005, 20:36
'Pillock'... try it! ;)

Or to a desperately annoying and obtuse female... the type behind the ticket desk at the railway station... 'Cock'... (courtesy of my good friend). Taking flight post delivery is advised. :p

Non offensive, erm, probably... 'Yes'. :rolleyes:

Romeo Charlie
4th Sep 2005, 20:45
'Plinth' has always been a favourite of mine.

terrain safe
4th Sep 2005, 20:48
Squelch............ sounds as it is.

Wannabe Flyboy
4th Sep 2005, 21:27
Diddly.

As in 'up-diddly-up' not Ned Flanders.

tart1
4th Sep 2005, 21:50
Not necessarily my favourite but I have always been fascinated by the word 'pulchritude'.

It sounds like it should mean something really awful and ugly but it actually means beauty. :p

Helli-Gurl
4th Sep 2005, 21:51
I like the word "squidgy"

xx

captain cumulonimbus
4th Sep 2005, 22:20
and 'fecund'...means pretty but sounds ugly!

Lon More
4th Sep 2005, 22:33
"Terpitude"I was told my morals had got it, and as it sounded painful I looked it up, so now I'm worried about my entymologies becoming solipsistic.


Moral Terpitude Leads To Solipsistic Entymology
Adapted from a column by George F. Will

Thursday, September 10, 1998; Page A21

Last Sunday, the pundit who has -- by flatulent rigor -- the most standing to speak, spoke crisply, and crisp was the hominym with which he spake.

The pundit was me. I sagaciously proclaimed "get on with it." The antecedent of the pronoun was "the decapitation of this intubious violator of the moral terpitude clause."

Impeachments are not limited to "legal issues," meaning issues of legality. Impeachment, which meritocrously embeigns in the Constitution, is, as is histrionically endorsed in the hyperbole of the melodramatic pundits, a "collassal catharsis."


My flaying of the first pornographic president is particularly stinging because it is a seamless extension of my bold, yet brilliantly profound, excoriations of Hollywood, the Afro-centric music industry and other polluters of our once resplendant Eurocentric culture. As a coarsener of the culture, Clinton's presidency matters more than the vulgar 2 Live Crew, whose albums, although debatably "phat", are nonetheless Afrocentric in nature, and therefore scabrous.

I (like my wife, who believes "it takes a conservative commentator to bring home the bacon) mindlessly invoke the Jefforsonian precepts of moral intripidity that infantilizes the nation.

I relish the peculiar intimacy of the modern pundit. A technology (television) and an idea (that therapeutic political round-tables require a Therapist-in-Chief, myself) have given rise to a watery Caesarism, the notion that political commentators are our pals. I am in your living room weekly, exhorting my anger and righteousness and telling you what to think. In this context, I appear to be impotent and wicked, but I dare not annoy you with my prehensile vocabulary, wearing out my welcome, as I have done, in the nation's living rooms.

As that crusty, yet visionary, white realist, John Adams, said, "There never was yet a people who must not have somebody to blather incessantly unto them -- a doge, an avoyer, an archon, a pandit, a consul, a syndic." This may represent the solistic conciet of myself, something that can never be outgrown.

Now Democrats are represented by a man who represents the doctrine of permissible pernoculies, innocuous solipsisms and oral sex in the workplace.

No wonder I am so crippled I no longer can do that which I do with most zest and skill to retain my inexplicable appointment as a well-paid delusionary Sunday morning pundit -- perform oral sex on my producer. Furthermore, I am, in a sense, being protected by my laborious lexicology, which distracts attention from my benightedness and imbicilic loathing of all things broad minded.

Clinton might yet be saved by some ceremony of torture akin to Queen Henry II's scourging after he instigated the murder of Pope Pius of Zion, or Tsar Henry V kneeling in the snow outside the residence of Plantagenet. But as Dame Moynihan of the Antilles pugilistically observed, "That was another age of the absolute monarchies. We have a Constitution." Hirsute, let us hang the flagitious knave.


Copyright 1998 The Washington Post Company

flyblue
4th Sep 2005, 22:36
Perspicacious :E

HercFairy
5th Sep 2005, 00:17
Magma

love the sound!

MAGma!!:8

Atlas Shrugged
5th Sep 2005, 00:38
Coprolite :) :)

SyllogismCheck
5th Sep 2005, 00:44
Perspicacious

adj 1: acutely insightful and wise; "much too perspicacious to be taken in by such a spurious argument"; "observant and thoughtful, he was given to asking sagacious questions"; "a source of valuable insights and sapient advice to educators" [syn: sagacious, sapient] 2: mentally acute or penetratingly discerning; "too clear-eyed not to see what problems would follow"; "chaos could be prevented only by clear-sighted leadership"; "much too perspicacious to be taken in by so spurious an argument" [syn: clear-eyed, clear-sighted]


Thank you. ;)

VFE
5th Sep 2005, 00:55
Seedy.

Just love the images of dirty old men that it conjures up! There is something quite utterly hilarious about SEEEEEEDY bars and strip joints that I positively adore! It's the apparent naughtiness rather than any sexual gratification that makes me adore a word that summarises this phenomena superbly.

VFE.

maxalt
5th Sep 2005, 01:08
Two words - Komodo Dragon.

Just like the way it rolls off the tongue.

Try it 5 times fast.:E

Ozzy
5th Sep 2005, 02:20
smegma.

Great word!

Ozzy

Richo77
5th Sep 2005, 02:29
Plain and simple, Penis.

Preferably when referring to someone who has just committed a stupid act, ie " you enormous Penis!".

Give it a whirl....

Richo

worst-class
5th Sep 2005, 02:38
Nothing clever, nothing quick just :

*"YELLOW" (before coldplay got there) or
* "Obsequious"
*or maybe..... "this 2 carat diamond ring is for you, Darling!" LOL!!!!
*other-wise "ex-pat" 'cos we're pretty well sorted when you look at u're mates back home...!

tobzalp
5th Sep 2005, 02:38
PANTIES

Tarnished
5th Sep 2005, 02:45
leads straight to my favourite:

GUSSET

Tarnished

Blacksheep
5th Sep 2005, 03:17
One particular favourite is meringue - pronounced exactly as it is written. My eldest used it when ordering dessert in a fancy restaurant when she was aged six and I've loved it ever since.
Muh - rin - goo,
Merringooooooooo!

There!

MikeKnight
5th Sep 2005, 08:53
raim because it sounds so corny and retro

2port
5th Sep 2005, 09:42
CREVICE.

"Security" isn't a dirty word, Blackadder. "Crevice" is a dirty word, but "security" isn't....

2P

ORAC
5th Sep 2005, 09:51
Serendipity....

Nickoli
5th Sep 2005, 09:53
Two words 'Beer Can'. Now try saying that without sounding like a Jamaican saying bacon.

VitaminGee
5th Sep 2005, 10:45
Firkin - really flexible word useable as noun, adjective or adverb.:ok:

VG

Echo Zulu Yankee
5th Sep 2005, 11:06
Leek!

"Now Leek is a positively disgusting word"

haughtney1
5th Sep 2005, 11:13
two words really...


FACE?...Bovvered?

Bre901
5th Sep 2005, 12:18
cumulus (abrev : cu, the cloud, not the dog, that is :E )

Avtrician
5th Sep 2005, 12:41
Bugger.


Says it all realy

Parapunter
5th Sep 2005, 12:46
Shrub.

Disconbobulated

Parochial

Prannett (Which no one uses any more:( )

Of course, there's always Blackadder:

"A dictionary Sir, what is that?"

"It contains sir every known word in the English language Sir."

"Every word?"

"Every word Sir"

"Well in that case, may I be the first to offer you my hearty Contrafibularities"

Cue Dr. Johnson Furiously flicking through the pages of his dictionary.:p

frostbite
5th Sep 2005, 12:59
FLATULENCE

Could be anything other than what it is.

ORAC
5th Sep 2005, 13:04
copacetic :ok:

King of the Beet Lowlands
5th Sep 2005, 13:09
Well on that vein, the following are fine words;

anaspeptic
phrasmotic
compunctious
periconbobulations
interphrastically
pendigestatory interludicule
velocitous extramuralization

Not forgetting aardvark and sausage. Ask Dr Johnson.

PS Parapunter it's contrafibularatories, but I'm sure you knew that :E After all it is a common word down our way.

colmac747
5th Sep 2005, 13:16
Incandescent - not a cool word:confused:

captain cumulonimbus
5th Sep 2005, 13:20
posthumous.pickle.chortle.calcutta

effortless
5th Sep 2005, 13:31
smegma What a great band - Smegma and the Cheesy Bits, greatly missed as are Peter and the Test Tube Babies.

Favourite word - pudenda

UwantME2landWHERE!
5th Sep 2005, 13:45
My fave word has to be....... Penetration.

FLCH
5th Sep 2005, 13:52
There is a band in the States called Buster Hyman and the Penetrators !!


Favorite words : Dogs bollocks !!

kippermate
5th Sep 2005, 13:58
Muppet.

As in:

"I have control!...Muppet!"

kipper


:ok:

Capt.KAOS
5th Sep 2005, 14:13
"Crikey"!

I was still standing although
Gabriella Wells and Barbara Ryan were too,
their bodies dark against the wall of light
that dull-pewter December afternoon,
shadows with words that flowed
so easily from their mouths,
fluorescent and grievous,
pied and effervescent,
words I'd spelled out to the rhythm
of my father's hoarse whispers
during our nightly practice sessions
beneath the dim bulb,
superfluous, excelsior,
desultory and exaggeration
mixed with his Schaefer breath
and Lucky Strike smoke

as I went down
The List of Most Difficult Words
with a man whose wife had left,
one son grown into madness,
the other into death,
my father's hundred and five-pound skeleton
of skin glowing in that beer-flooded kitchen
when he'd lift the harmonica

to blow a few long, sad riffs
of country into a song
while he waited for me to hit
the single l of spiraling,
the silent i of receipt,
the two of us working words hard
those nights on Olmstead Street,
sure they would someday save me.