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Arse Biscuit.
Its not that bad...
The "mikeygate" thread (the guy with home made plates) was an example, it started with public opinion and his affect on it then flowed on to right and wrong, visited being staunch and standing up for something, then his friends defended him, a race was challenged, alliances were made then the joking around returned ( it never really left) then the tread petered out.
In that instance I was given helpful advice from Banditbandit not to muck around with the spelling of profanity and by doing so I had unwittingly suggested I had an anatomical abnormality.
"Your talent determines what you can do. Your motivation determines how much you are willing to do. Your attitude determines how well you do it."
-Lou Holtz
Simplified language sometimes works though:
"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." is a grammatically valid sentence in the English language, used as an example of how homonyms and homophones can be used to create complicated linguistic constructs. It has been discussed in literature since 1972 when the sentence was used by William J. Rapaport, an associate professor at the University at Buffalo.[1] It was posted to Linguist List by Rapaport in 1992.[2] It was also featured in Steven Pinker's 1994 book The Language Instinct.[3]
The sentence can be clarified by substituting the synonym "bison" for the animal "buffalo", "bully" for the verb "buffalo", and "New York" to refer to the state of the city Buffalo:
Removing the classifier noun "Buffalo" (the city) further clarifies the sentence (note that the initial capital is retained as the common noun "buffalo" now starts the sentence):
- "New York bison New York bison bully bully New York bison", or:
- "New York bison whom other New York bison bully, themselves bully New York bison".
- "Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo."
- "Bison [that other] bison bully [also] bully bison."
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Ooh, I feel all full & edified now. Thankyou.
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