Mark was right:Oh the fascinating things one can discuss in a bar.
schmuck (also shmuck) 1. the penis 2. a oaf; a jerk; a dullard. [If this form comes from the German Schmuck, "jewel" or "ornament" via Yiddish, it does so without obeying the usual German and Yiddish sound correspondences; both sense, U.S. slang, mid 1900s-pres]
also:
dork 1. the penis 2. an odd or eccentric person. [both sense, U.S. slang, mid 1900s-pres.] 3. to copulate; to COIT someone. For synonyms see OCCUPY. [U.S. slang, late 1900s].
from Slang and Euphemism by Richard A. Spears.
Main Entry: long shot
Pronunciation: 'lo[ng]-"shät
Function: noun
Date: 1867
1 : a venture involving great risk but promising a great reward if successful; also : a venture unlikely to succeed
2 : an entry (as in a horse race) given little chance of winning
3 : a bet in which the chances of winning are slight but the possible winnings great
- by a long shot : by a great deal
| You are 60% geek | |
 | You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other. |
"That's a hole so deep and so vast that even if we fired every single person on the state payroll every park ranger, every college professor and every Highway Patrol officer we would still be more than $6 billion short."Well, I guess we in WV should be thankful for small favors, that we are no where near in that much trouble. Of course California's deficit is probably the size of our entire budget....
-HERB J. WESSON Jr., the California Assembly speaker, on the state's budget.
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1. Don't drink
2. Failing Rule One: Don't drink to excess
3. Failing Rules One and Two: Don't go to sleep until you're semi-sober
Funeral Blues (Song)Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.