<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:34:30.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dictionary Of Words</title><subtitle type='html'>They're real if we say they are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-92565060</id><published>2003-04-14T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T02:23:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Costelloed -&lt;/b&gt; When a beautiful Elvis Costello song is snuck onto popular radio when all one wants is to hear about how J. Timberlake wants to rock that body, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX: &lt;i&gt;"Right after John Mayer-- a dorky knee-waver too cookie-cutter to make me cry-- I was fuckin' Costelloed! Sneak attack! Right when I least expected it. Typical."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-92565060?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/92565060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/92565060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92565060' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-92564834</id><published>2003-04-14T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T01:16:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Top 40 -&lt;/b&gt; The state defined by one seeking out popular Top 40 tunes because it's the only music that doesn't illicit any emotion and one is tired of being so goddamn emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX:&lt;i&gt; "Thank God for Justin Timberlake because he makes feeling so Top 40 almost bearable."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-92564834?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/92564834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/92564834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92564834' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-80019276</id><published>2002-08-09T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T04:22:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tennessee&lt;/b&gt; - Where the ladies (Hey, and some guys too. Where you choose to Leggo your Eggo is your business.) go to get waffles South of the Border. See also: &lt;a href="http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_wordy_archive.html#79597388"&gt;South Carolina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-80019276?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/80019276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/80019276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80019276' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-79705331</id><published>2002-08-01T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T17:39:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;subway&lt;/b&gt;—anything that makes you late. "Sorry. The subway. You know how it is." For those of you who don't live near the subway, you have no excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-79705331?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79705331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79705331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79705331' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-79612754</id><published>2002-07-30T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T17:57:13.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;valdez&lt;/b&gt; -- ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend with whom the breakup was especially awful.  [derived from the "Exxon Valdez."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex:  &lt;i&gt;"no, I haven't seen my valdez since he tried to run me down with his pickup truck."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-79612754?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79612754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79612754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79612754' title=''/><author><name>e</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0kPbJrPzIg/SNmLPkwBokI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4gpIf-OaMMc/S220/me+forever.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-79603818</id><published>2002-07-30T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T14:17:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;horn&lt;/b&gt;—anything &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; a phone. i.e. never say to me in your entire life, "hey, why don't you just get on the horn and phone some good ol' folks?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-79603818?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79603818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79603818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79603818' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-79597388</id><published>2002-07-30T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T11:30:33.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;South Carolina&lt;/b&gt;—a vacation spot where one can get waffles South of the Border.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-79597388?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79597388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/79597388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79597388' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-78786122</id><published>2002-07-10T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T14:32:02.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;digiorno&lt;/b&gt; -- caesarian section.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex.  &lt;i&gt;it's not delivery, it's digiorno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-78786122?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/78786122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/78786122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78786122' title=''/><author><name>e</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0kPbJrPzIg/SNmLPkwBokI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4gpIf-OaMMc/S220/me+forever.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-77988520</id><published>2002-06-20T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T14:10:52.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;member of the day&lt;/b&gt;—person who rides the short bus. In some areas of New England, these people are known as retahds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-77988520?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77988520' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-77925370</id><published>2002-06-19T03:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T03:13:07.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;get it done&lt;/b&gt;— eat waffles. (&lt;i&gt;see below.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-77925370?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77925370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77925370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77925370' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-77474799</id><published>2002-06-07T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T16:25:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Urology rotation&lt;/b&gt; - possible blow off line for someone who could take you for a med student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &lt;i&gt;So can we hang out sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm super busy right now.  I just started my urology rotation.  Gotta go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-77474799?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77474799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77474799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77474799' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-77365101</id><published>2002-06-05T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T02:26:19.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;eating waffles -&lt;/b&gt; to get it done. Plain and simple. It can imply anything from making out to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &lt;i&gt;Say Simon, did you, ahem, eat waffles with that blonde chick from the bar last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, man, I hit dat 'til the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, yeeeeeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls can  use this one, too. Fear not. Everyone has to eat waffles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-77365101?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77365101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77365101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77365101' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-77104400</id><published>2002-05-29T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T15:44:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;therapy -&lt;/b&gt; sex, especially when one potential participant is not nearly as motivated as the other&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ex: &lt;I&gt;Come on baby, it's therapy.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-77104400?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77104400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/77104400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77104400' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-75865289</id><published>2002-04-26T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T19:09:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Faux-Mo&lt;/b&gt; - (foe-moe) n. Hair that is styled like a Mohawk but does not actually involve shaving the sides of the head.  (thanks &lt;a href="http://www.yeahtotally.net/2002_04_01_old.php#75784140"&gt;Lester&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex:  &lt;i&gt;I saw my first faux-mo last week.  Weird.  Tacky.  Did he use bobbypins?  Lots of gel?  Huh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative spellings:  FauxHawk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-75865289?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/75865289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/75865289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75865289' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-75550191</id><published>2002-04-18T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T12:28:52.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Margaret Yang&lt;/b&gt; - Since it turns out that most white men don't know any Asian girls (though I wouldn't know why), this is a term for that bright shining potential Asian girl in the sky.  Ex: "Come with me to this Asian American heritage festival or (insert very ethnic event here) - you could meet your Margaret Yang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you won't be alone on Halloween . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-75550191?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/75550191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/75550191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75550191' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-11417122</id><published>2002-04-03T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T11:12:20.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;crisi&lt;/b&gt; - The plural form of "crisis." Forget about "crises" from this point on. There's a new sheriff in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-11417122?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11417122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11417122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11417122' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-11384565</id><published>2002-04-02T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-02T14:19:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;ricky rocked&lt;/B&gt; - screwed, housed, or had but much, much worse than being jimmy rocked&lt;BR&gt;ex: "Now you have to repeat a grade? Dude, you got ricky rocked on that math test!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-11384565?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11384565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11384565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11384565' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-11384470</id><published>2002-04-02T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-02T14:14:19.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;jimmy rocked&lt;/B&gt; - screwed, housed (if you talk like you're in the late '80's), or had&lt;BR&gt;ex: "37? Dude, you got jimmy rocked on that math test!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-11384470?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11384470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/11384470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11384470' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10848819</id><published>2002-03-18T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T20:00:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;goiod&lt;/b&gt; -  Like "good" but more sophisticated. Try saying it outloud. Use it at your next dinner party when everyone is talking about dead Russian authors and you want to look smart. No, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10848819?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10848819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10848819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10848819' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10770726</id><published>2002-03-15T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T13:49:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fuckriot&lt;/b&gt;—funny enough that you want to tell everybody about it the next day, and are still laughing when telling the story again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10770726?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10770726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10770726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_10_archive.html#10770726' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10560906</id><published>2002-03-09T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T12:26:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;manhandler&lt;/B&gt; - the biggest of whatever size product is being offered&lt;BR&gt;ex: "Bring me back a sub and make sure you get the manhandler. I'm real hungry-like."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10560906?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10560906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10560906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10560906' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10560840</id><published>2002-03-09T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T12:23:22.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;girl sticks&lt;/B&gt; - tampons or a good way to avoid saying such a hideous word&lt;BR&gt;ex: "Do you need some more girl sticks at the store?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10560840?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10560840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10560840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10560840' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10279311</id><published>2002-03-01T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T11:33:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Malkovich-ing--&lt;/b&gt;the act of repeating a particular word or phrase over and over again with different inflections, a la the scene in &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0120601"&gt;'Being John Malkovich'&lt;/a&gt; in which John Malkovich enters his own portal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10279311?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10279311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10279311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10279311' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10252186</id><published>2002-03-01T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-01T00:06:20.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;one track mind&lt;/b&gt;—cookies cookies cookies. Cookies? Cookies cookies cookies cookies. Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies:&lt;br /&gt;Cookies. &lt;br /&gt;Cookies cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10252186?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10252186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10252186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10252186' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-10187165</id><published>2002-02-27T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T17:20:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;rememory&lt;/b&gt;—the kind of memory that allows you to remember things others have likely forgotten. Take the following conversation as an example of its many uses: &lt;br /&gt;Person 1: "I had a cookie for dinner!" &lt;br /&gt;Person 2: "You had a cookie for dinner three weeks ago, too." &lt;br /&gt;Person 1: "I did. Oh. You must have a good rememory. I have no idea what I had for dinner three days ago." &lt;br /&gt;Person 2: "Yes, I do have a good rememory, thank you. People say that about me all the time. Everywhere I go they are asking me to rememorize names and places, and I always tell them, look, I can't be running around doing this shit for free all the time. My brain is hurting. Now give me some goddamned cookies. Damn it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;this applies in particular to &lt;a href=http://chopsuey.blogspot.com/&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; who has quite the rememory.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-10187165?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10187165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/10187165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10187165' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-9923527</id><published>2002-02-20T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T10:47:20.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;stat&lt;/b&gt;--slang re-appropriation of the medical term meaning 'with no delay' or 'at once,' to be used in conjunction with trivial desires or requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. &lt;i&gt;I need a cookie, stat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-9923527?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9923527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9923527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9923527' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-9849436</id><published>2002-02-18T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T10:36:20.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Jesus Jonesing&lt;/B&gt; - In the music world, the act of being desperate for your next big critical or pop hit knowing full well that it is unlikely to ever happen.&lt;BR&gt;ex: "Jesus Jonesing for their next big commercial hit, founding members of the Alan Parsons Project have changed their sound and begun writing lyrics about teenage alienation and sexual frustration."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-9849436?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9849436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9849436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9849436' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-9150289</id><published>2002-01-29T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-29T01:00:12.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Slut nugget&lt;/b&gt; - young slut.  ex. Brit brit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(care of Adachic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-9150289?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9150289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9150289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9150289' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-9149501</id><published>2002-01-29T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-29T00:59:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Orphans&lt;/b&gt; - friends that come to visit the city but don't know anyone (or anything for that matter) else here but you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(care of Sarah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-9149501?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9149501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/9149501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9149501' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8756019</id><published>2002-01-16T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T15:17:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oooh le tiger!&lt;/b&gt;--an expression invented by &lt;a href="http://jackie-o.blogspot.com"&gt;Amber &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://interstate.blogspot.com"&gt;Liz &lt;/a&gt; with a little help from Outlook's spell checker, which replaced 'le tigre' with 'le tiger.'  It is used to express that you are quite pleased with something.  For instance, "Oooh le tiger!  I am so happy you are probably going to move out of your basement soon, Liz."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8756019?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8756019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8756019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8756019' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8533103</id><published>2002-01-09T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T02:14:09.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mockings&lt;/b&gt; - when like . . .  a lot of your friends suddenly gang up on you with their teasings and you're like (through your tears of laughter &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; suddenly self-realized pain) screaming out loud - "STOP!"  "Stop stop stop!"  "If I take anymore of these mockings - I'll implode"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8533103?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8533103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8533103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8533103' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8532979</id><published>2002-01-09T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T02:06:05.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ewwww &lt;b&gt;fartini&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol - I just made that up.  Let it mean to you what it will.  I'm just thinking . . .  maybe like a cocktail of grossness?  Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8532979?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8532979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8532979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8532979' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8532957</id><published>2002-01-09T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T02:04:03.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;flabby&lt;/b&gt; - new word for lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fabby&lt;/b&gt; - old word for great.  Is related to fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8532957?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8532957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8532957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8532957' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8226098</id><published>2001-12-28T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T02:58:25.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;so god&lt;/b&gt; - this is like "so good" times a thousand. Thank &lt;a href="http://leeep.blogspot.com"&gt;Lee&lt;/a&gt; for this one. Throw him a party- with confetti- because this one is a keeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8226098?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8226098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8226098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8226098' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8224979</id><published>2001-12-28T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:44:14.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;prezzies&lt;/b&gt; - cute talk for presents  :)  "Here is a prezzy for you . . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8224979?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8224979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8224979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8224979' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8151462</id><published>2001-12-23T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-25T02:17:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;incrasingly&lt;/b&gt; - increasingly crass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8151462?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8151462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8151462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8151462' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-8010857</id><published>2001-12-18T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T02:17:54.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt; - equal to any number greater than three. Best used to describe any group of people, bulk item or distance. Such as, "I'd say there were seven people on the subway. It was too fucking crowded." Then there is, "I think I had about seven cookies, and now I'm going to be sick." Or, "We drove seven miles from New York to Toronto. No, I don't know how many miles it really is, so let's just agree seven is close enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-8010857?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8010857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/8010857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8010857' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7972382</id><published>2001-12-16T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T14:08:21.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bricks&lt;/b&gt; - as in, "he's bricks" or "she's bricks." Meaning somebody with a head full of bricks, or, if you prefer, a stupid person. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7972382?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7972382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7972382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#7972382' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7688821</id><published>2001-12-06T01:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T13:29:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;damnshame&lt;/b&gt; -  when it's such a shame, there's no room for a space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7688821?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7688821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7688821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7688821' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7688809</id><published>2001-12-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T01:22:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;pradictable&lt;/b&gt; - set up for the expected joke by the other person in conversation, and following through accordingly. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7688809?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7688809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7688809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7688809' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7674311</id><published>2001-12-05T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T16:10:28.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;gynopanic&lt;/B&gt; - an onset of female worry and stress usually caused by body issues, the holidays, or low self-esteem&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7674311?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7674311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7674311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7674311' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7594876</id><published>2001-12-03T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T00:51:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;crunk time&lt;/b&gt; - the time of day, week, month or year when it's far better to be cleaning your room than doing any other goddamn thing they are asking of you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7594876?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7594876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7594876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7594876' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7531762</id><published>2001-11-30T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T10:49:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BlameItOnYou writes . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fundies&lt;/b&gt; are less-than intelligent people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7531762?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7531762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7531762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7531762' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7489224</id><published>2001-11-28T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T22:46:35.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;no, yeah&lt;/b&gt; - the exact opposite of below. For clarity, it is a statement of the positive, despite opening with the negative. It's a way of assuring the listener that the answer is indeed "yes," and that you are so sure of this, no other answer will do. Get it? There is &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; satisfactory answer, but &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;. Thus, "No, yes. Yes," for emphasis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7489224?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7489224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7489224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7489224' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7489135</id><published>2001-11-28T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T22:43:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yeah, no&lt;/b&gt; - a statement of the negative, despite opening with the positive. It's a way of assuring the listener that the answer is indeed "no," and in case they don't get it the first time you can always do a one-two punch with "Yeah, no. No."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7489135?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7489135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7489135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7489135' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7448259</id><published>2001-11-27T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T15:52:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;feetanimy&lt;/b&gt; - the humanity of feet. Shower shoes/ flip flops in the dorm showers? Yes, for the sake of feetanimy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7448259?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7448259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7448259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7448259' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7232065</id><published>2001-11-19T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T01:45:21.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;peezer&lt;/b&gt; - when it is late and there are only two things that will make you happy, and those two things must come at the same time. Pizza and Weezer. And you cry out, "I want peezer!" Then the pizza comes, and Weezer is playing and the balance is restored. If this does not pertain to you, then you are not real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7232065?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7232065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7232065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7232065' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7164457</id><published>2001-11-16T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T01:17:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;tall man&lt;/b&gt; - that one in the middle. The one you shouldn't use in public because it's rude and unladylike. This goes for you men, too. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7164457?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7164457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7164457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7164457' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-7164397</id><published>2001-11-16T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T01:14:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;folt&lt;/b&gt; - a font with a mean streak. A mean streak a mile wide, that is. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-7164397?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7164397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/7164397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_11_archive.html#7164397' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6863733</id><published>2001-11-04T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-04T17:36:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fancy&lt;/b&gt; - not a good word.  You don't want to be a fancy person.  You just don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6863733?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6863733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6863733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6863733' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6796126</id><published>2001-11-01T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-01T19:41:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A word from a boy that I met recently (name = Jason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smabulous&lt;/b&gt; - A manlier form of Fabulous.  I think most gay men would probably object to that.  So I'll just say straighter.  Not flamey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6796126?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6796126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6796126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6796126' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6760738</id><published>2001-10-31T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T11:51:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.druzba.com/tart/index.shtml"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oogy -&lt;/b&gt; The feeling one gets from Carrot Top when he does his obnoxious commericials. Also, and the feeling a girl gets when creepy men try to talk to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6760738?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6760738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6760738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6760738' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6709348</id><published>2001-10-29T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T16:26:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://yeahyourmum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rae&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rad-o&lt;/b&gt; - the coolness of "rad" combined with the grooviness of "neato" to add an interesting hint of &lt;i&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/i&gt;. Because Greg Brady is a sex machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6709348?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6709348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6709348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6709348' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6659336</id><published>2001-10-27T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T13:19:27.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;frig&lt;/b&gt; - a refridgerated rig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6659336?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6659336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6659336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6659336' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6659157</id><published>2001-10-27T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T13:18:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You could be ill.  Or you could be &lt;i&gt;illinois&lt;/i&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illinois&lt;/b&gt; - a stronger grosser grumpier form of ill.  &lt;i&gt;ex&lt;/i&gt;.  I am not illinois.  Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pronounced just like the state)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6659157?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6659157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6659157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6659157' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6590389</id><published>2001-10-24T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T17:50:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;confust&lt;/b&gt; - to confuse somewhat.  i.e., "his fascination with rabbits confusted me a little."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6590389?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6590389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6590389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6590389' title=''/><author><name>e</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0kPbJrPzIg/SNmLPkwBokI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4gpIf-OaMMc/S220/me+forever.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6573712</id><published>2001-10-24T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T01:47:52.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ifdiot&lt;/b&gt; - me on a good day. Or you with your guard down. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6573712?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6573712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6573712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6573712' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6559687</id><published>2001-10-23T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T15:44:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://shortcakes.blogspot.com"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sshhh-maa&lt;/b&gt; - code word for a guy that is extremely good looking. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6559687?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6559687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6559687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6559687' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6503004</id><published>2001-10-21T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-23T22:17:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(courtesy of &lt;a href="http://skattieboy.blogspot.com"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swass&lt;/b&gt; - sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ex&lt;/i&gt;. "That's so swass!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6503004?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6503004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6503004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6503004' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6493132</id><published>2001-10-20T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-21T12:03:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fix&lt;/b&gt; - to eat.  &lt;i&gt;origin&lt;/i&gt;: people say that eating fixes you.  Well, actually, I say that.  But there is a saying "To fix you something to eat."  So there is some sort of connection.  &lt;i&gt;other forms&lt;/i&gt;:  to be &lt;b&gt;fixed&lt;/b&gt; - full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ex&lt;/i&gt;. "I'm fixed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6493132?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6493132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6493132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6493132' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6463655</id><published>2001-10-19T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T13:38:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;blag&lt;/b&gt;- blogging to get something off your chest. Also could refer to a more heartfelt rant. ex. "I had been agonizing over whether I should finally break it off with Urkel. After I blagged about the whole mess,  I felt better." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6463655?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6463655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6463655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6463655' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6457903</id><published>2001-10-19T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T09:01:30.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Nelson Rockefellerism&lt;/B&gt; - The way foreign language speakers must completely break accent and flow of speech when forced to use English names or phrases.&lt;BR&gt;"Est-ce que tu parle avec Nelson Rockefeller aujourd'hui?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6457903?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6457903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6457903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6457903' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6440148</id><published>2001-10-18T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-18T15:46:58.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nastacean&lt;/b&gt; - a particularly rude and/or offensive individual.  (from 'nasty' and 'crustacean.')  ex.:  "that freaking nastacean tried to touch my ass on the subway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6440148?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6440148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6440148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6440148' title=''/><author><name>e</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0kPbJrPzIg/SNmLPkwBokI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4gpIf-OaMMc/S220/me+forever.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6437766</id><published>2001-10-18T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-18T13:52:02.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;alison duboising&lt;/b&gt; - when you are making a mistake that you have already claimed is not the kind of mistake you make. Like, when you say you have excellent editing skills, and follow that with major and obvious typoes. Wev'e all don it. Eveen me. But it doesn't mean I'm not alison duboising. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6437766?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6437766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6437766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6437766' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6424642</id><published>2001-10-18T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-18T01:48:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;funney&lt;/b&gt;- a less broad version of "funny". An asshole telling you off and then tripping and landing on his face is funny. A father getting hit in the crotch by a baseball, thrown by his punk kid, is just cliched and lame. But &lt;i&gt;funney&lt;/i&gt; is the kind of honest amusement that causes you to dispense soda through your nose- but at the same time not feeling lame for laughing afterwards. Sometimes known as the "thinking person's funny". Hard to explain, really. You just know it when you hear/see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6424642?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6424642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6424642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6424642' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6415535</id><published>2001-10-17T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T17:40:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;toafy&lt;/b&gt; n.&lt;br /&gt;bastardization of today.  used to express today in the most disinterested way possible (can often be equated with 'someday')&lt;br /&gt;e.g. 'I guess I should pay that bill toafy' or 'That project should really get done toafy'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6415535?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6415535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6415535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6415535' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6406904</id><published>2001-10-17T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T11:30:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;shizzit&lt;/b&gt; - pseudo jive for shit.  &lt;i&gt;ex.&lt;/i&gt;  Man, this is the shizzit . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6406904?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6406904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6406904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6406904' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6406809</id><published>2001-10-17T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T11:22:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Snirky&lt;/b&gt; - while smirky is a funny mean comment said in a funny mean yet friendly way and snarky is just plain mean (though funnyish) and not so friendly, this is snirky.  Where you are a cross between funny nice mean and sarcastic mean mean.  &lt;i&gt;Snirky&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6406809?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6406809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6406809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6406809' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6379354</id><published>2001-10-16T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-16T15:43:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*blink*&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;blockquote&gt;1. To be really stunned or shocked or in complete disbelief.  Usually accompanied with a slack jaw and surprised eyes.  As well as (sometimes) the inability to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ex.&lt;/i&gt; Customs guy: Sir, what are these furs doing here in your bag?  Why are these shoes not worn yet?  How much did this cost exactly?&lt;br /&gt;George:  *blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To be really innocent cute.  Usually accompanied with a smirky little grin and happy flying hair.  And maybe something pink.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ex&lt;/i&gt;.  Dexter: Deedee, why are you so cute?&lt;br /&gt;Deedee:  I don't know.  *blink blink blink*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6379354?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6379354' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6362027</id><published>2001-10-15T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T18:05:29.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;teevee&lt;/b&gt; - to describe what you are watching when you are more than watching the television. More appropriately describes the kind of watching television that only those who truly love, adore and hopelessly depend on television can do. To better understand see &lt;a href=http://www.teevee.org&gt;teevee.org&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=http://teevee.blogspot.com/&gt;teevee.blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6362027?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6362027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6362027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6362027' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6299512</id><published>2001-10-12T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T23:42:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;frop&lt;/B&gt; - a woman who makes her own sweaters and lives with many cats&lt;BR&gt;"Sally Sue never socialized with the other office temps. Everyone could tell, from her custom decorated shoes, that she was a frop."&lt;BR&gt;May also be used as "froppery" and "froppish."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6299512?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6299512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6299512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6299512' title=''/><author><name>druzba</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6289201</id><published>2001-10-12T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T11:14:53.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://shortcakes.blogspot.com"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kwyjibo-&lt;/b&gt; a fat, balding man. Courtesy of &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://chasaidthekitty.blogspot.com"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;goopy-&lt;/b&gt; that crusty substance you have in the corner of your eye(s) when you wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.druzba.com/tart/index.shtml"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gomy-&lt;/b&gt; a person who is big and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also... a term submission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;noon thirty&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;midnight thirty-&lt;/b&gt; just because. try it sometime. twelve-thirty be damned. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6289201?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6289201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6289201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6289201' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6270903</id><published>2001-10-11T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T00:23:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fucky:&lt;/b&gt; adj.&lt;br /&gt;slightly less harsh way of saying 'fucked-up.' used to express mild annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;e.g.  "The trains were all fucky this morning, but I managed to get to work okay anyway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6270903?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6270903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6270903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6270903' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6264145</id><published>2001-10-11T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T11:59:43.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;blant&lt;/b&gt;- derived from "blunt" and "slanted". Most often used to describe one who is painfully pig-headed and abrasive. Their opinion is slanted, they lack tact, and are incredibly blunt in debate and even everyday discussion. ex. "Bob is so blant that everytime he opens his mouth, I get the urge to punch him in the neck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6264145?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6264145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6264145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6264145' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6263029</id><published>2001-10-11T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T11:06:57.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;bjork:&lt;/b&gt; v. (derived from the Icelandic)&lt;br /&gt;to behave in a strange but endearing fashion. &lt;br /&gt;e.g. "Do you see that boy dancing spastically over there?  He's totally bjorking...it's kinda cute."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6263029?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6263029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6263029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6263029' title=''/><author><name>A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673283743067800214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6262042</id><published>2001-10-11T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T10:18:39.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;warmit&lt;/b&gt; - I whisper 'warmit' to the slow folk on the sidewalk in the hope that they'll speed up, or at least get out of the way.  'warmit' derives from 'warm it' which comes from 'warm it up Kris.'  this is proof that Kris Kross will contibute extensively to the rewriting of the English language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6262042?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6262042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6262042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6262042' title=''/><author><name>e</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0kPbJrPzIg/SNmLPkwBokI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4gpIf-OaMMc/S220/me+forever.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6257629</id><published>2001-10-11T04:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T04:14:55.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Poopy&lt;/b&gt; - shit.  Ex.  "Oh, poopy."  or "That's poopy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6257629?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6257629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6257629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6257629' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6257568</id><published>2001-10-11T04:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T13:33:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Looooooooooove&lt;/b&gt; - To love someone.  But in a stupidly belabored crazy awful way (but also gooey gooey gross funny way).  Looooooooooove.  You must also wear a face and use a tenor of voice that bespeaks of constipation or something.  Because that's very much what it feels like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6257568?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6257568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6257568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6257568' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6242059</id><published>2001-10-10T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T14:56:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Scott . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flopjack&lt;/b&gt;: n., a pancake that refuses to flip over for the longest time, requiring extra effort to unstick it, and resulting in said pancake landing on the floor with a sickly "flop". &lt;/blockquote&gt;Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6242059?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6242059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6242059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6242059' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6238228</id><published>2001-10-10T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T11:47:03.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;givers&lt;/b&gt; - the nicer, kinder gentler form of give. Say it with a smile. "Givers me that." Also, past tense: "Who the hell gavers you that sweater? It's mine, you bastard. Givers it back to me. Now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6238228?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6238228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6238228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6238228' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6220767</id><published>2001-10-09T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-09T16:44:18.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;cabab&lt;/b&gt; - Who knows? As in, I have no idea what this word means because it was posted outside of a restaurant and I suppose is intended to imply that they serve kabobs, but venturing guesses when food is concerned has never been wise. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6220767?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6220767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6220767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6220767' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6202116</id><published>2001-10-08T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T18:46:33.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;babana&lt;/b&gt;- a small banana. Or a baby wrapped in a banana peel. If it's the latter, then I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6202116?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6202116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6202116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6202116' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6200982</id><published>2001-10-08T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T17:55:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;teh&lt;/b&gt; - a halfhearted "the." More a gesture of "the." As in "teh boy" or "teh card table." Only use on objects whose feelings wil not be hurt by your decision to put much less effort into their existence than others for whom the proper "the" is reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6200982?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6200982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6200982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6200982' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6133004</id><published>2001-10-05T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-06T15:43:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;um uh oh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said something dumb and know you did and feel stupid but you want to look cute (and not stupid) you say this while ducking your head and blushing.  And then maybe throw in a "teehee".  Or a "d'oh".  Season to taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6133004?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6133004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6133004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6133004' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6129933</id><published>2001-10-05T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T17:52:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;snurr&lt;/b&gt; - the kind of sneer that just doesn't look right. When you're more laughing than sneering, and then you get busted laughing and the person you were mad at is now laughing &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; you and not with you, and, boy, do you feel dumb. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6129933?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6129933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6129933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6129933' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6129809</id><published>2001-10-05T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-05T10:07:04.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nowe&lt;/b&gt; - kind of like now-ish, only much more now. When you say "nowe" you really mean five minutes ago. Pronounced like it has a double -ee. Nowee. But spelled with one. Like Rob Lowe. Only don't say it like that, or people will think you're saying "no" or "know" and those two are confusing enough as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6129809?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6129809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6129809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6129809' title=''/><author><name>leeford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05492138705948874662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6110371</id><published>2001-10-04T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T14:30:56.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6110371?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6110371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6110371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6110371' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6106761</id><published>2001-10-04T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T11:29:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Tab! Isn't it the most? Lee struck blog gold, yet again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now allow me a couple of phrases- then I'll be all about the single words from now on &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lot vogue&lt;/b&gt;- Close to "really vogue" or "quite vogue", but much more vouge. This is an example of the lingo you'll be hearing on the streets a year from now. ex. "Rivers' glasses are lot vogue." You heard it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;total&lt;/b&gt;- Similar to "totally", but even more encompassing. The end all, be all. ex. Me: Damn, I'm swank. You: Oh, total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that you&lt;/b&gt;- This one can vary. The exact context is up to the user. On one hand, it can be kind of like "that's you". ex. You: These pants are rad to the highest level. Me: That you. As in, those pants would adaquately suit your radness. OR- instead if "Hey, you!", you can say "That you!"... like "that dog" or "that Chicken McNugget". Really, this one is flexible and you'll just know when it sounds right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6106761?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6106761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6106761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6106761' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6105888</id><published>2001-10-04T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T14:45:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came up with this one with G.  We laughed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purr&lt;/b&gt; - short for Perfect but meant to be much more cute and seductive.  However, it can be applied to anything.  &lt;i&gt;usage&lt;/i&gt;:  Much like that of *drool*.  You can figure it out.  &lt;i&gt;alt. spellings&lt;/i&gt;:  Perr or per (haven't worked out all the kinks quite yet)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G said that he knew a girl in France who used the word "perf" once.  Short for perfect as well.  We agreed that this (our version) was much much cooler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6105888?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6105888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6105888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6105888' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6105272</id><published>2001-10-04T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T10:13:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6105272?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6105272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6105272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6105272' title=''/><author><name>Tabitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09696523728788474315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3163262.post-6099914</id><published>2001-10-04T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-04T02:11:34.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the start of something truly beautiful. swank. dare i say LOT VOGUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3163262-6099914?l=wordy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6099914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3163262/posts/default/6099914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordy.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6099914' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
