Posted on 09/27/2013 5:58:32 AM PDT by tioga
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “Word for the Day”.
Plangent
Adjective
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Threads:
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
Snow. Bah, Humbug. A++
POTUS would be nothing without TOTUS. A+++
Afternoon.
LOL A++
Snicker. A++
was that a plangent wail?
LMAO A+++
I’m feeling plangent that Breaking Bad is ending.
“magnets b!tches”
Walter: I haven’t been myself lately, but I love you. Nothing about that has changed, nothing ever will. So right now, what I need, is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass, you know? I’d appreciate it, I really would.
“Run”!
That was so badass.
Therapist: So, being found naked in a supermarket, that was your way of giving credibility to a lie? Of avoiding questions about your disappearance? Why run away? What did you feel you had to run from?
Walter: Doctor, my wife is seven months pregnant with a baby we didn’t intend. My fifteen-year old son has cerebral palsy. I am an extremely overqualified high school chemistry teacher. When I can work, I make $43,700 per year. I have watched all of my colleagues and friends surpass me in every way imaginable. And within eighteen months, I will be dead. And you ask why I ran?
Saul: If you’re committed enough, you can make any story work. I once told a woman I was Kevin Costner, and it worked because I believed it.
Remember Jerry...its not a lie if you believe it. ;)
This one is right up there with Quints soliloquy about the Indianapolis, in Jaws.
MIKE
Um...I used to be a beat cop a long time ago. Now I’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. Gordy. He looked like Bo Svenson. Remember him? “Walking Tall”? You don’t remember? Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, or whatever she was, a lady, she was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, “C’mon, tonight’s the night. Press charges.” And this wasn’t one of those “deep down he really loves me” set ups, we get a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t gonna cross him no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank, he sleeps it off, next morning out he goes back home. One night, my partner is out sick and it’s just me. Then the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broken nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming “Danny Boy.” And it just rubbed me the wrong way. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere, and I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, “This is it. This is how it ends.” And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s gonna leave her alone, screaming as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet and I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still and real quiet, like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I’m thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. After a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth and I say so help me if you ever touch her again and such and such and such and such and blah blah blah blah blah.
WALTER WHITE
Just a warning?
MIKE
Hmph. Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of Waring blender. We got there and there was so much blood you can taste the metal. The moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.
From my morning email:
Sprechen Sie Deutsch y’all
In Texas there’s a small town called New Braunfels, where there’s a large German-speaking population.
One day, some weeks ago, a local rancher driving down a country road noticed a man using his hand to drink water from the rancher’s stock pond.
The rancher rolled down the window and shouted, Mein Herr, trink das Wasser nicht. Die Kuehe haben da rein geschissen.”
This means: “Mister, Don’t drink the water. The cows have shit in it.”
The man shouted back, “I’m from New York and just down here campaigning for Obama’s health care plan. I can’t understand you. Please speak in English.”
The rancher replied, “Use both hands.”
Michelle Antoinette obviously believes her handlers when they tell her she looks good-I’d give real money to hear what they say away from her as they smirk and plan to write tell-all books about her when her stint as first grifter is done...
Oh that is a GREAT description T! OMG
I love how she can’t/won’t even try with her own hair - but when she puts a wig on the press and fashion industry acts like it is so fabulous and her new hair style.... they all KNOW it is a freaking wig but want to pretend she has beautiful hair.
Haha - that’s a good one
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