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Apr. 10th, 2008 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geovikiI do not post enough. Someone I care about told me this, and it's true. I fear I'm falling off the LJ radar, becoming an ex-parrot. So here I am, trying to compensate.
Someone pointed out this coolio website for researching the British form of English.
The British National Corpus (BNC) is a 100 million word collection of samples of written and spoken language from a wide range of sources, designed to represent a wide cross-section of current British English, both spoken and written.
I, ah, looked up the word 'wank'. What? It's the first Britword I could think of. And these were a few of the examples it returned:
You've got more chance of a wank off the Pope.
Well, it was a choice between asking whether life is just one long, or short, colossal fiasco, or whether you still wank.
Do us a favour and go stick a sharpened pencil in your neck, you festering dollop of shite-encrusted wank.
He may be the Grand Wizard in international intrigue or mass murder, but as a dreamer, he's just a jumped-up wank manager.
A week ago I saw a monkey in the street jump on a donkey and try to wank him off -- the donkey brayed and kicked, the monkey's owner shouted, the monkey itself squealed -- apart from two or three children who laughed and me who found it very funny, no one paid any attention.
I try to keep quiet too, and -- because I had a quick, quiet wank earlier -- don't come too quickly.
I took an aspirin, thought about having a wank, heard a car go by (quickly) and put Simon Bates on at top volume.
Anyway, I went into it to basically find who in the fuck I was, and what it comes down to is having a wank every five minutes of every day.
But, at the risk of falling into this trap and adding wanking to the list of topics to talk about when I do an interview, I have to say that if you don't wank, if you don't have any orgasms, then your life isn't worth living.
She did dope all afternoon, spaced out to Nina Simone and Marvin Gaye -- why was there no one better to wank to than Marvin Gaye? -- and decided: OK, LADY, IF WE'RE WORKING, LET'S WORK!
They did a DNA-fingerprint test and found he had a bus-load of people in him, linked it to some guy who was in the toilets under Centre Point the day before hiring rent boys but he didn't want the full business just wanted them to wank into this bottle thank you for your contribution young man every little bit helps going to a good home thank you mind how you go…
Instead, we are reminded that for every shining `Eight Miles High' or raving `Psychotic Reaction', there were 20 million twee twats wheedling through wank called `Strangely Strange But Oddly Normal', and an infinity of squeaky-voiced college boys pretending to be on acid and singing garbage called `Ego Trip'.
Wank, wank, wank… what a life.
Someone pointed out this coolio website for researching the British form of English.
The British National Corpus (BNC) is a 100 million word collection of samples of written and spoken language from a wide range of sources, designed to represent a wide cross-section of current British English, both spoken and written.
I, ah, looked up the word 'wank'. What? It's the first Britword I could think of. And these were a few of the examples it returned:
You've got more chance of a wank off the Pope.
Well, it was a choice between asking whether life is just one long, or short, colossal fiasco, or whether you still wank.
Do us a favour and go stick a sharpened pencil in your neck, you festering dollop of shite-encrusted wank.
He may be the Grand Wizard in international intrigue or mass murder, but as a dreamer, he's just a jumped-up wank manager.
A week ago I saw a monkey in the street jump on a donkey and try to wank him off -- the donkey brayed and kicked, the monkey's owner shouted, the monkey itself squealed -- apart from two or three children who laughed and me who found it very funny, no one paid any attention.
I try to keep quiet too, and -- because I had a quick, quiet wank earlier -- don't come too quickly.
I took an aspirin, thought about having a wank, heard a car go by (quickly) and put Simon Bates on at top volume.
Anyway, I went into it to basically find who in the fuck I was, and what it comes down to is having a wank every five minutes of every day.
But, at the risk of falling into this trap and adding wanking to the list of topics to talk about when I do an interview, I have to say that if you don't wank, if you don't have any orgasms, then your life isn't worth living.
She did dope all afternoon, spaced out to Nina Simone and Marvin Gaye -- why was there no one better to wank to than Marvin Gaye? -- and decided: OK, LADY, IF WE'RE WORKING, LET'S WORK!
They did a DNA-fingerprint test and found he had a bus-load of people in him, linked it to some guy who was in the toilets under Centre Point the day before hiring rent boys but he didn't want the full business just wanted them to wank into this bottle thank you for your contribution young man every little bit helps going to a good home thank you mind how you go…
Instead, we are reminded that for every shining `Eight Miles High' or raving `Psychotic Reaction', there were 20 million twee twats wheedling through wank called `Strangely Strange But Oddly Normal', and an infinity of squeaky-voiced college boys pretending to be on acid and singing garbage called `Ego Trip'.
Wank, wank, wank… what a life.
