I hearby cancel the word moist. You can now only use the word ‘damp.’

Other words I hate:
1) creamy
2) catsup (it’s fuckin’ ketchup, ok?)
3) goiter

There aren’t many words that I can’t stand. The only one that really pushes my buttons is the word “retard” used as an insult. And that’s more MY deal, not because it sounds weird, language-wise.

Does that make ANY sense?

theres something joyfull in nasty words though. like “pus” and “snot”. hehe.

goiter sounds like someone with a cockney accent actually. or swedish:

“Goiter knckebr

The “c-word,” as I refer to it, bothers me, too.

I actually wrote about hating the word “moist” before on here. I started to today and then erased it for fear of repeating myself.

But if you’d like, you can take a look at my friend’s moist panties.

Take a look at my friend’s DAMP panties, thank you. ;)

My mom, when she gets really, really mad, says the c-word. Even moms use it. How disturbing is that?!

Twat is funny. The C-word is…mmm…not so much.

munch is ok because I like to say “assmunch” to people I am teasing.

Twat is funny indeed.

I love love love the word cunt. It is really the only effective word in certain situations.

I hate titties – it reminds me of diminutive perving men pawing at well, titties.

I also dislike snack, mylar, and slacks.

It’s nice to hear other women like the word cunt. I agree, it puts an end to most babble in most situations.

Mylar?! you’re weird.

I just remembered a word I don’t like. Snatch. I don’t know.

I hate the word “boobies” but like the word “clit”

I like snatch, I actually think it is cute. Like a little grabby animal. (That is probably not so cute to many – but it is to me!)

OH! Fornicate. No me gusta.

Which word do you speak of?

i dare you to find a guy who cringes at those two words (invalid if you add the words “of Oprah”)

What an awesome visual memory of George chasing a duckling no taller than the first eye on his shoe. That duck ran and ran and jumped head first into the pond while George tried, on last time, to grab him, pushing the little guy under water for a few seconds. Holy crap that was funny.

What an awesome visual memory of George chasing a duckling no taller than the first eye on his shoe. That duck ran and ran and jumped head first into the pond while George tried, one last time, to grab him, pushing the little guy under water for a few seconds. Holy crap that was funny.

the thing to remember: THEY STILL DIE!

LAKe, there is no more beautiful word. Get back to the nunnery, freak!

Indeed. She’s fuckin tear shit up.

Power to Clitwoman. Clitwoman, she’ll take all ya’all on.