Showing posts with label Get in my belly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Get in my belly. Show all posts
Wednesday
Thursday
A gift
Paradiastole - euphemistically naming a vice or virtue
Your belly ring, left on my desk, reminds me that attention to hygiene, although seemingly essential to function, is easily overlooked.
Labels: Get in my belly, jewelry
Sunday
Slurs
Circumlocution - talking around a subject
He admitted it-- he said he was like that guy who played the bad guy in the second movie, the spy satire, who was just the same actor in a suit that made him appear larger. And he had an accent too... it was from the British Isles. Except the two actors had different accents from different isles. I could give hints; I just couldn't bring myself to say the name.
Labels: Get in my belly, pizza time
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