Word For The Day, Friday, August 15, 2003

The Verbivores | 8/15/03 | Teacher

[RikaStrom]

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....

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nates \na*tez\, plural noun

1. The buttocks.
2. The two anterior of the four lobes on the dorsal side of the midbrain of most mammals; the anterior optic lobes.
3. The umbones of a bivalve shell.

The democrats will find that their plethora of piffle will come to bite them on the nates. Of course, those blissoming bullies will become anorchus amoebas when they're trumped and tromped in the edifying election.
--Rika Strom, WFTD Teacher, 2003

Etymology: [Latin nat s, pl. of natis, buttock.]

[Gabz]

either or - or both.

I vaguely remember the 65 outage, but lucked out because we were out of state on vacation for the one in 77

[TruthShallSetYouFree]

Do any of you brains know anything about PDF files.

Rather than printing from the website, I have often found it more reliable to save the file to my computer, and then open and print it from there.

[Gabz]

I knew I could count on my classmates for assistance, now I wish my darling hubby was as reliable.

With all the bragging I did about hubby and shopping yesterday, he turns around today and makes a liar out of me.

As he was going to out to run some errands he asked if I needed anything and I told him one item.

Mind you, I'm going nuts with these forms for taxes because his company goofed and withheld a bunch of MD taxes last year.

He gets back from his errands and puts away the stuff he bought - all necessities. But I didn't hear him go near the refrigerator, so I asked he had gotten the one item I asked him to get.

I get this deer in the headlights stare, because the one thing I said we needed was BEER..............

HE FORGOT THE BEER

[NYC GOP Chick]

Well, I'm about to head out and see if I can find any open nail salons -- most of the women who own and work in them live in Queens, so they may not be able to make it here today. Also, since I live in a primarily business district, it's pretty dead here this morning (couldn't find an open newsstand), so they may just say "screw it" for today. But I *will* head out and search!

I don't remember the '65 blackout as I was about 2 months away from being born! :)

[Gabz]

Good Luck in your quest.

I was only 4 during the 65 blackout, which is why it is only a vague memory. But I do remember my dad having to work extra hours - he was a cop.............

[camle]

OMG!!!! how could he forget the beer?!?!?!?!?

are you sure you married a real man?

[camle]

than maybe it's something on that page...

[camle]

HEY check this out! some jerk thinks that Russia has a reliable power grid!!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Beer is automatic. How the heck does a man go into a store and not buy beer. I went into a Hallmark store the lady said may I help you I said where is the beer cooler?

[camle]

what were you doing in a hallmakr store?? in the doghouse for some reason???

[Gabz]

LOL!!!

I will give him credit, he immediately went out again.

And it's a good thing too - these MD tax forms make doing a federal return look like a cake walk.

[TruthShallSetYouFree]

HE FORGOT THE BEER

Do you have to grab the remote control from him so that he doesn't switch to The Lifetime Network while you're watching The Super Bowl???

[Gabz]

Hey - I never go into a store and not buy beer - it's a stable in this house - as important as milk.

[Gabz]

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xsmommy]

I tole yunz that those jagoffs in PA knew what the heck they were doin' with the dang PAHR! no ahtage there </ Pittsburgh accent>

[Conspiracy Guy]

I was trying to buy beer. What good is a store that doesn't sell beer?

[Conspiracy Guy]

More important than milk.

[Argh]

This turkey cut off the mechanism on the opposite side from his nates to cure his "sex addiction". Dummer Esel.

[Gabz]

I don't do beer in my coffee.

[Argh]

GROUNDS FOR DIVORCE!!! Get a potload, Miss Gabrielle!