Posted on 02/27/2007 4:37:20 AM PST by Slip18
February 27, 2007, TUESDAY, VISAGE
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “word for the day”. Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the “word of the day”; in a sentence. The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day. Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Subbie Slip has her whip, handcuffs and legcuffs today. Tomorrow I’m bringing in chains, so beware.
The rest of the stuff is locked up in my drawer. I’m just letting all the new students know that we behave as if we were ladies and gentlemen in here. Those two words “as if” can get you an A if you make the subbie laugh.
Pronunciation: 'vi-zij
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French, from vis face, from Latin visus sight, from vidEre to see -- more at WIT
1 : the face, countenance, or appearance of a person or sometimes an animal
2 : ASPECT, APPEARANCE (the grimy visage of a mining town)
Re No. 1: Does this sound as if it could be our very own Cook?
I beg your pardon! It is not noxious, merely obnoxious (except, of course, to Englishmen):
The doctors confirmed his worst fears – he was dying of multiple organ failure. Both he and his wife became resigned to his imminent passing, but he told his wife he had one last request that would send him off happily.“Love, get that wee piper to come in and play me some of those tunes we used to hear in the old country. That would be grand, I’d be smiling as I go in those pearly gates.”
So she gets permission and asks a bagpiping friend to do the honours. She waits in the canteen while the piper pipes - she doesn’t actually like the sound too much – and when he leaves she goes back to the ward. Her husband is sitting up in bed, a big smile on his visage, with all the doctors and ward staff gathered around looking rather glum.
“Eh, lass, I’m feeling so much better. Oh, but that were grand. Thank you, my dear, I reckon I could go back home, I feel so well.”
“That’s marvellous,” replies his wife, “but why is everyone else so sad?”
“Well, ma’am,” says the ward sister, “I’m afraid all the English patients died.”
No mullets for me, not ever.
Good poem. BTW, I love the pipes.
Global Warming poem up at post 69.
I'm not a writer either, Darksheare. You dabble; I dribble.
I wanna collaborate. Here's my first line:
"There once was a man from Nantucket"
Okay. Now you two make a poem so that I can add a fourth line.
I just took off my boot and hit him right between the eyes. Down went the ebullboot.
I did this a couple of years ago. The challenge then was to make a clean limerick, after starting with that first line.
I did about six.
Lemme see ... *NnB positions tongue in just-so place ...*
Math ga riribh agus moran taing.
"There once was a man from Nantucket"
KFC had a line for a bucket.
He said, "I like chicken,
It's so finger-lickin'."
When it came up his turn, ...
Maybe you could get some buck$ for PETA for that...
ROTFLMAO.
I'm so glad you're here. I wanted to tell you this story:
On the Christmas cruise there was a real pirate ship. You had to pay to get on the thing and there was music and dancing and lotsa drinking.
I noticed a guy in a kilt. I asked him where he was born. He was Celtic (hard C on the Cel). Anyway, I told him I was Irish. He asked me my mother's maiden name and her married name. Guess what? I'm Scotch, and that's what I drink. LOL!
So now I know I'm Scotch and Danish. I don't think they would taste too well together, though.
I told you I had a mullet once. It looked good on me except the growing out of the short hair in front. Yuck. Took forever to grow out.
There once was a man from Nantucket
He had no teeth but loved ice cream
He swished the ice cream upon his gums
But his gums got very sore
So he just swallowed the whole bucket.
Okay. Very, very bad. But I did rhyme Nantucket with something.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks!
Come on people! The original poem, the clean one, had as its last line, "As for the bucket, Nan Tuck it!"
Alright, let's try this again.
"There once was a man from Nantucket,"
If he saw a quad clover he'd pluck it,
Where luck may be good his was best,
With good fortune inord'nately blessed,
And when something went wrong he'd "Good Luck" it!
Did anyone quote Billy Idol? Les yeux sans visage
Do any of you computer savants know how I can change my default printer? I accidentally set it on the wrong one the last time I tried to print and cannot get to the place where you reset it.
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