no it's not I love my camry but anyway.
So just now I was doing elizabeth's homework, for human geo. And the homework was to write a story using ten British slang words. I guess Visgak (oh, how I love that woman) (who else would chain saw their couch in order to move it?) gave them a website, and I went to this website, and during my precursory scan of the definitions, so that I could compile a few for a story, I stumbled upon the word "twat" which is defined as:
Twat - Another word used to insult someone who has upset you. Also means the same as fanny but is less acceptable in front of your grandmother, as this refers to parts of the female anatomy. Another use for the same word is to twat something, which would be to hit it hard. Get it right or I'll twat you over the head!
So that naturally excited me, after Katie and Kristen and I didn't know it's precise meaning, and dragging it out of Ryan and Sean was a nightmare. OMG THAT REMINDS ME I MISSED DANE COOK I HATE MYSELF.
Okay I'm calm.
No I'm not.
Anyway so here's my story:
Dear Dairy,
This morning was a nightmare. I swear- mornings wouldn’t be such a bloody nightmare if it weren’t for bloody traffic. First off, when you’re on the freeway, why is it that no one has a dekko before they merge? I thought my car would throw a spanner in the works. There are so many tossers out there, haven’t go a clue what their doing. I looked into that car, and what was it, but some little twat on her mobile, no doubt talking about some useless codswallop. And then there was another man, fat as anything, nibbling on some grub… well horses for courses, some say, but I think it’s rather naff to be eating on the morning drive. Makes you look a bit gluttonous, don’t you think? Well, I’ve decided, it’s the train for me from now on. None of this morning rush hour duff for me. I’m letting someone else put up with this bloody nonsense.
Well, Bob’s your uncle, that’s it for now.
Yes. I'm distraught. Um, yeah.
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