Consider the creation of slang. I'm sure there was a logical progression from whore to ho, possibly utilising the American absentmindedness regarding the letter r. Likewise the etymology of n00b is clearly visible. But these days, it seems like people just sort of coin slang. Like somebody says "Heh, it would be funny if we all said this" and everyone else went "yeah, alright."
So I'm coining a word: wo. Whore is to ho as war is to wo. Ho bears an ironic resemblance to hoe, as wo bears an ironic resemblance to woe. Ho is also an onomatopeoic laughing noise, wo resembles "whoah", an onomatopoeic noise of exclamation (!). It can be used in everyday conversation thus:
Gangsta: I'm off ta tha wo, shorty.
Bitch: Come back wit yo sheild or on it!
Any takers?
(whee, through trial and error I discovered lines. It takes so little to make me gleeful.)
As I was walking upstairs, tuning out my mother's blathering about bras, she shoved a pile of fliers into my hand and said "Have a look, tell me if you see something you want".
I got to my room and had a look. They're five identical fliers advertising discounts on barbeques.
Yup, mum. I want one for Christmas. Also an outdoor dunny, and a stable for my pony.
I just found an old book called Cats by Christine Metcalf. Aside from a name like a muscle spasm she also posesses an extremely serious and very, very British approach to cats.
The thing that got me going was official cat breeding groups. The one in America is called Cat Fanciers Association, nice and relaxed, but what did the British call theirs?
The Governing Council of the Cat Fancy. XD
So I'm coining a word: wo. Whore is to ho as war is to wo. Ho bears an ironic resemblance to hoe, as wo bears an ironic resemblance to woe. Ho is also an onomatopeoic laughing noise, wo resembles "whoah", an onomatopoeic noise of exclamation (!). It can be used in everyday conversation thus:
Gangsta: I'm off ta tha wo, shorty.
Bitch: Come back wit yo sheild or on it!
Any takers?
(whee, through trial and error I discovered lines. It takes so little to make me gleeful.)
As I was walking upstairs, tuning out my mother's blathering about bras, she shoved a pile of fliers into my hand and said "Have a look, tell me if you see something you want".
I got to my room and had a look. They're five identical fliers advertising discounts on barbeques.
Yup, mum. I want one for Christmas. Also an outdoor dunny, and a stable for my pony.
I just found an old book called Cats by Christine Metcalf. Aside from a name like a muscle spasm she also posesses an extremely serious and very, very British approach to cats.
The thing that got me going was official cat breeding groups. The one in America is called Cat Fanciers Association, nice and relaxed, but what did the British call theirs?
The Governing Council of the Cat Fancy. XD
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Date: 2006-08-01 11:42 am (UTC)blame my stressed out musicale brain.
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Date: 2006-08-01 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-02 03:22 am (UTC)