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Post  McKallisti Of The Sods on Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:18 am

A Generic, Non Specific Insult...

Aimed At No-One In Particular...

I Found This On GLP...




You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have to us who think and reason? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh.

You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed , drooling meatslapper. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half-baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective.

True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out. On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it.

Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.

You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious and defamatory to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame.

You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you. You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet.

I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I wretch at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. On a good day you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystrophic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, and socially-retarded.

Shut up and go away lest you achieve the physical retribution your behaviour merits.



Seems Like He Swallowed The Whole Profanasaurus There...!!!

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Re: A Generic, Non Specific Insult...!!!

Post  Billy Ruben on Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:51 am

He must be describing the mods over there...

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Post  McKallisti Of The Sods on Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:39 pm

cunt runt
Cuntrunt
cunt rush
Cunt Rust
cuntrustler
cuntry
cuntry blumpkin
cuntry boner
Cuntry Buffet
Cuntry Bumpkin
cuntry grammer
cuntry gravy
Cuntry muffin
Cuntry Music
cuntry song
cunts
C.U.N.T.'s
Cuntsac
cuntsack
cunt sack
Cunt-sack
cuntsalad
cunts and blunts
cunt sandwhich
cunt sandwich
cunt-sandwich
cunt satulant
cunt sauce
Cuntsauce Dripping
Cunt Sausage
cunt says no
cunt scab
Cuntscab
Cuntscag
cuntscaping
Cuntscar
cuntscarf
cunt scarf
Cuntscene
Cunt Schnapps
Cuntscicle

this word came from a Latin one (cuneus, meaning a wedge shape)



Babylonian Numbers were written a bit like this

"<< VVV" = 2*10 + 3*1 = 23
"< VV << VVV" = (1*10+2*1)* 60 + (2*10 + 3*1) *1 = 12*60 + 23*1 = 743
Numbers on a Land Purchase Tablet (~2400BC)


Cuneiform script is one of the earliest known forms of written expression.
Emerging in Sumer around the 30th century BC, with predecessors reaching into the late 4th millennium (the Uruk IV period), cuneiform writing began as a system of pictographs.

http://www.andypryke.com/pub/CuneiformWriting



Queynte is found in the bawdy tale of Chaucer’s Miller and in the Wife of Bath’s risqué memoirs,

"The Miller's Tale" is the story of a carpenter, his lovely wife, and the two clerks (students) who are eager to get her into bed.
The carpenter, John, lives in Oxford with his much younger wife, Alisoun, who is something of a local beauty.
To make a bit of extra money, John rents out a room in his house to a poor but clever scholar named Nicholas, who has taken a liking to Alisoun.
Another scholar in the town, Absolon the parish clerk, also has his eye on Alisoun.
The action begins when John makes a day trip to a nearby town.
While he is gone, Nicholas convinces Alisoun to have sex with him, and hence begins their affair.
Shortly afterward, Alisoun goes to church, where Absolon sees her and immediately falls in love.
He tries to win Alisoun's sexual favors by singing love songs under her window during the full moon and taking a part in the local play to try to get her attention. Alisoun rebuffs all his efforts, however, for she's already involved with Nicholas.
Nicholas, meanwhile, longs to spend a whole night in Alisoun's arms rather than just the few moments they have managed to steal when John isn't around.
With Alisoun, he hatches a scheme that will enable him to do this.
He convinces John that God is about to send a great flood like the one he sent in Noah's time.
He says that God told him they could save themselves by hanging three large tubs from the ceiling to sleep in.
Once the waters rise, they would cut the ropes and float away.
John believes him and duly climbs into his tub.
He thinks Nicholas and Alisoun are doing the same, but in fact, they are spending the night together in John's bed.
That same night, after Alisoun and Nicolas have had their pleasure, Absolon comes to the window and begs Alisoun to give him a kiss.
At first she refuses him, but she finally appears to give in.
Instead of presenting her lips to Absolon's, though, she sticks her bottom out the window, and Absolon kisses her "queynte" in the dark. Angry at being fooled, Absolon gets a hot poker with which he intends to brand Alisoun.
When he comes back to her window, though, Nicholas sticks his bottom out in an attempt to get in on the joke.
Absolon brands him with the hot poker, and he cries out "Water!" to assuage the pain.
John, hearing this from his tub, thinks the flood is upon them and cuts the rope that's attaching him to the ceiling, sending him crashing to the floor.
The townspeople hear the racket, rush to the scene, and, upon hearing Nicholas's version of events, laugh at poor John.


What A Bunch Of Wedge Shaped Bastards Designed To Stop The Horses Running Away...!!!


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Post  McKallisti Of The Sods on Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:03 pm

Remember, We Used To Change The Words...



As A Youth, Whenever We Go Some "Baggy" We Used To Sing This Song...

We decide to get away
And have some fun
Book a room and catch a flight
For two weeks in the sun
She says, "Hawaii's
too expensive."
I say, "Barbados isn't bad."
She says, "I'd love to
see Bermuda."
And I say, "Woman, are you mad!"

The Hairy Triangle It makes people disappear
The Hairy Triangle Don't go too near
But she Doesn't see my angle
And she thinks I'm being dumb
So The Hairy Triangle
Here we come!

Lying with my woman on The island sand
I look up and see her with
A stranger, hand in hand
I see her sitting on his blanket
I see them going for a swim
And when I run to find my woman
I find her running after him!

The Hairy Triangle
Makes my woman disappear
The Hairy Triangle Don't go too near
Looking At it from my angle
Do you see why I'm so sad
The Hairy Triangle Very bad!

Lying lost and lonely on
The island sand,
When a lovely stranger says
Hello and takes my hand
And soon she's sitting on my blanket
And then we're going for a swim
When I say, "what about
your boyfriend?"
She turns and waves goodbye to him!

The Hairy Triangle It makes people disappear
The Hairy Triangle Don't go to near
But look At it from my angle
And you'll see what I'm so glad
Now The Hairy Triangle Not so bad!


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Post  McKallisti Of The Sods on Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:32 pm

Bawdy Tales Don't Have To Be Gross...

But It Helps...

For Instance My Mate Recommended I Take Debbie Out For A Drink...

I Phoned Her Up, And We We'nt Out For A Meal...

During The Meal I Asked Her What She Was Into...

She Said I Like Being Fingered , Licked Out...And Being Fucked From Behind...

Jesus, I Wasn't Expecting That...

I Thought The Answer Would Be Social Security, Child Benefit And Jeremy Kyle...

But Hey Who's To Argue With Raging Testerone...

"She's A Keeper, I Thought"

I Saw Her Out Last Weekend, Squeezed Into A Size Eight Dress...

With A Size 16 Figure....

Class...!!!


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Post  McKallisti Of The Sods on Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:50 am



BOLLOCKS COURT CASE TRANSCRIPT, NOTTINGHAM MAGISTRATES' COURT 24/11/77

Proceedings:
David Ritchie prosecuting
John Mortimer Q.C. defending
Douglas Betts chairman


''(...) Mr. Ritchie said the display measured 9 ft. by 6 ft. with sleeves fitted around the posters with the word bollocks displayed prominently.
The display consisted of three large posters and eleven sleeves.
The word bollocks was in letters four inches high and the whole display was featured prominently in the front window of the shop. Sgt. Stone spoke to Seale again and asked him if he was responsible for the display and Seale said he was.
Sgt. Stone informed Seale it ''appeared to be a breach of the law'' and Seale was placed under arrest. (...)

Mortimer then said that he wished to call Professor James Kingsley to give evidence as to the meaning of the word bollocks.
Mr. Richie objected to the witness being called.
However, the chairman said ''let's get it over with'', and Kingsley was called.
Kingsley told the court that he was the Reverend James Kingsley, professor of English studies at Nottingham University.
He said he was a former Anglican priest and also a fellow of the Royal Academy.
Under questioning from Mortimer he then went into discussing the derivation of the word bollocks.
He said it was used in records from the year 1000 and in Anglo Saxon times it meant a small ball.
The terms was also used to describe an orchid.
He said that in the 1961 publication of Eric Partridge's Dictionary of Slang, he had not taken into account the use of the word bollocks in the Middle Ages.
He said it appears in Medievel bibles and veterinary books.
In the bible it was used to describe small things of an appropriate shape.
He said that the word also appears in place names without stirring any sensual desires in the local communities.
Mortimer said that this would be similar to a city being called Maidenhead which didn't seem to cause the locals in the vicinity any problems.
Mr Kingsley said that Partridge in his books wrote that bollocks remained in colloquial use down through the centuries and was also used to denote a clergyman in the last century.
''The word has been used as a nickname for clergymen.
Clergymen are known to talk a good deal of rubbish and so the word later developed the meaning of nonsense,'' he said.
''They became known for talking a great deal of bollocks, just as old balls or baloney also come to mean testicles, so it has twin uses in the dictionary''. (...)


Mr. Ritchie asked him if he was just an expert on the word bollocks to which Kingsley replied that he was an expert on the English language who felt he could speak with authority on the derivation of a word such as bollocks.
Mr. Rochie asked Kingsley if the words fuck, cunt and shit also appeared in the Dictionary of Slang from which he had quoted.
KIngsley replied ''if the word fuck does not appear in the dictionary it should.''

Mr. Mortimer in summing up the case for the defense said (...) what sort of country are we living in if a politician comes to Nottingham and speaks here to a group of people in the city centre and during his speach a heckler replies 'bollocks', are we to expect this person to be incarcerated, or do we live in a country where we are proud of our Anglo Saxon language?
Do we wish our language to be verile and strong or watered down and weak? (...)

Upon returning to the courtroom some 20 minutes later the chairman of the bench made this finding:

''Much as my colleagues and I wholeheartedly deplore the vulgar exploitation of the worst instincts of human nature for the purchases of commercial profits by both you and your company, we must reluctantly find you not quilty of each of the four charges.''

http://www.acc.umu.se/~samhain/summerofhate/courtcase.html




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The most powerfully taboo term for copulation over several centuries, fuck is still regarded as unmentionable by the vast majority of middle-class people.
It was unlisted in standard dictionaries from 1728 until 1965, being therefore omitted by Dr. Johnson (1755), by the monumental Oxford English Dictionary in 1898, and even by Webster III in 1961.
The simple appearance of the word was for many decades regarded as grounds for obscenity or pornography, an assumption not properly challenged in the courts until 1959 in the United States and 1960 in Britain.
The Supplement to the OED (1972), it carried the following usage note:
“For centuries, and still by the great majority, regarded as a taboo-word; until recent times not often recorded in print but frequent in coarse speech.”
The Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang (1994) has a broader and more concessive note: “usually considered vulgar,” the dictionary’s standard designation for a great variety of vulgar, obscene, and profane language.
Fuck has generated a great number of meanings, compounds, idioms, and tones.

The history of the word is full of surprises.
Contrary to popular misconception, fuck is not an Anglo-Saxon term, the first recorded instance being only in 1503.
This lateness might suggest a lexical gap, but in fact two ancient terms, sard and swive , now both obsolete, did service in Anglo-Saxon and medieval times.
These and other synonyms are covered fully in the entry for copulation.

However, John Ayto notes that the personal name John le Fucker is recorded from 1278 (1991, 242).

The ulterior etymology of the term is uncertain, a surprising fact considering the relative modernity of the word.
Etymologists have long puzzled over the relationship between fuck and its Continental semantic partners, French foutre , recorded from the twelfth century, and German ficken , meaning “to strike.”
There are problems with both phonetic and semantic links. Eric Partridge, in his etymological dictionary Origins (1977), stressed the link between Latin futuere (the root of French foutre ) and Latin battuere , “to strike.”
These connections invoke the slang metaphorical terms for sexual intercourse in terms of aggression, namely knock, bang , and the recently fashionable British bonk .

(The relevant metaphors for “penis” are also suggestive: tool, prick, chopper , and weapon , a basic term in Anglo-Saxon.)
Another potentially germane root, not usually canvassed in standard works, lies in Old Norse fukja , “to drive,” which generates the forms windfucker (an alternative to windhover ) and Scots fucksail , “a foresail.”
According to William Craigie in A Dictionary of the Older Scottish Tongue (1931–), fucksail acquired the transferred sense of “a woman’s skirt” and was also reduced to plain fuck .
The link between Old Norse fukja and the earliest forms such as Scots fuk still remains metaphorical.
Random House (1994) follows this Scandinavian connection very plausibly, categorizing the word as “an English reflex of a widespread Germanic form.”
It cites as cognates Middle Dutch fokken , “to thrust, copulate with,” a Norwegian dialect form fukka , “to copulate,” and Swedish focka , “to strike, push, copulate.”

More unexpectedly, fuck first appears, not as part of the language of the gutter, but in a noble context, in the work of major Scots poets and aristocrats.
William Dunbar has the first recorded instance, dated 1503: “he wald have fukkit” ( Poems , lxxv 13), while the noted Scots satirist Sir David Lindsay commented scathingly in 1535 on the hypocrisy of the clergy:
“Bischops … may fuck their fill and be vnmarryit” ( Satire of the Three Estates , l. 1363).

Another early instance is, amazingly, in a swearing match, or flyting , in this case Lindsay’s Flyting with King James (ca. 1540), which contains this piece of riotous alliteration: “Aye fukkand [fucking] lyke ane furious fornicatour.”

In another flyting match between two major poets, Sir Walter Kennedy dismisses William Dunbar as a “wan fukkit funling” (“an ill-conceived foundling”) (l. 39).
Flyting is an archaic term referring to a verbal contest of insult and obscenity.
As these and other instances suggest, the term was initially more widely used in the North, a tradition continued by Robert Burns in his Merry Muses (ca. 1800):

When maukin bucks, at early f?ks,
In dewy glens are seen, sir.
(ll. 67-68)

There were in the past a number of cognate terms, such as fuckable, fuckish , and fuckster (a good performer), in addition to the surviving fucking and fucker .
This proliferation suggests a vigorous, albeit scandalous, currency.

In England, it took some time for fuck to be recorded.
Unexpectedly, the word did not appear in any of the “canting” dictionaries recording the argot of the underworld from the late sixteenth century, first emerging in John Florio’s comprehensive English/Italian dictionary, A Worlde of Wordes (1598).
Translating the relevant Italian verb, Florio ran through the whole gamut of available English synonyms with Renaissance exuberance:

Fottere: To iape [jape], to sard, to fucke, to swive, to occupy.

We notice that out of this extensive word field, only one term has survived into Modern English in the copulatory sense.
There is no usage note suggesting that any of the words was taboo.
However fuck does not appear in the major literature of the times (see, however, E. Wilson’s article, 1993, 29-34).
The natural explanation is that bilingual dictionaries had greater freedom than their “native” equivalents.

Thus Randle Cotgrave’s contemporary Dictionarie of the French and English Tongues (1611) uses a fair amount of coarse language.
As one might expect of a dramatist subject to certain constraints, Shakespeare avoids direct use of the term, preferring euphemistic forms from various other languages, such as foutra , a variant of French foutre (Henry IV, Part II , V ii 98).
Likewise in The Merry Wives of Windsor (1597), there is a pun about “the focative case” (IV i 53).
These would obviously be risqué in-jokes.

During the Restoration, a period of decadence reacting to the Puritan Commonwealth, the taboo was jauntily violated by such outrageous poets as the Earl of Rochester (1647–1680), who begins his deceptively titled poem “A Ramble in Saint James’s Park” in this fashion:

Much wine had past with grave discourse
Of who fucks who and who does worse.


The Prologue to Rochester’s attributed play Sodom is spoken by a character called Fuckadilla, who announces that
“A little fuck can’t stay our appetite” (l. 19).
Four-letter words also abounded in contemporary poems by various upper-class figures, partly as displays of aristocratic insouciance.
Thus “A Letter from the Lord Buckhurst to Mr. George Etherege” opens an exchange of letter-poems about the various women they had shared:


Dreaming last night on Mrs. Farley [a noted actress]
My prick was up this morning early.
Etherege responds:


For by a gentler way I found
The nymph would fuck under ten pound.
(ll. 43-44)


These were, of course, matters of individual taste as well as class.
Whereas Rochester and his set flaunt the word, Samuel Pepys (1633–1703), avoids it, preferring French euphemisms, even in the private record of his Diary , written in his own shorthand code.


The taboo became more entrenched in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, when dictionary policies were understandably reticent:
Nathaniel Bailey (1728) printed the full form, oddly giving a Latin definition, feminam subagitare ;
Dr. Johnson (1755) omitted it;
and Francis Grose (1785) minced it to f?k ,
a convention that was to become virtually standard in subsequent centuries as the word went underground.
The OED also famously omitted the term, and even in a private letter of 1869, Dante Gabriel Rosetti wrote:

“If Byron f?d his sister, he f?d his sister and there an end.”


Of course, it is extremely unlikely that fuck was unheard in the streets, taverns, and brothels from the eighteenth century onward, possibly being used by even the best mannered citizens.
But it virtually disappeared from the public page.
A typical example of the double standard between the public persona and the private person lies in two anecdotes covered in the entry for Dr. Samuel Johnson (1709–1784).
These show that Johnson used the word in company, but omitted all vulgar sexual terms in his Dictionary (1755), a model of decorum.

http://encyclopedia.jrank.org/articles/pages/695/Fuck.html




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Post  daddlepoms on Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:13 am

obviously who ever pissed that guy off won the fight to make her flinch like that.

how may pages did she waste on this guy she hates so much but obviously is bitter at a refusal of love, lol

maybe if he had of sodomized her & donkey punched her to death she'd be happy

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