Buspersons Holiday
Bluelighter
Flailing
It's the time of year, now that Spring is in the air
When those two wet gits, with their girly, curly hair
Make another song, for moronic holidays
That nauseate, hate! Hate! In a million different ways
From the shores of Spain, to the coasts of southern France
No matter where you hide, you just can't escape this dance .....
Nidifice
And one I shall sadly be leaving come the morrow. A month is a helluva long time inna lifetime sometimes
As such, I shall probably be indulging inna lil light apanthropinisation and returning to enforced ruricolous ways.
C'est la vie.
Etc.
I'll likely find time to fling a few weird words this way in the meantime though. Radicarian kinda cunt that I am.
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Linguistics (It took a lot of effort & Googling to decipher your post at least!)