I know you all enjoyed my posts about my weird food habits, and the things I don’t like.
How about you get to know me just a litte more. Dive a little deeper into just how strange Heidi is.
Ready?
I have certain words that I do not like. Yes, you read that right. There are words that I don’t care for. Some may make me gag even. Chris likes to find ways to use some of the words all in one sentence, and then make this really foul noise just to see me dry heave. Someday I will have to get some of Chris’s weird noises on film and share them with you.
Anywho, back to my words.
Moist. Um, ewww. Things shouldn’t be moist. They can be wet, damp, dewy even. But moist? Please no. The only thing that is allowed to be moist is baked goods, and only because I can’t find a more acceptable word to replace moist with in that circumstance.
Panties. It just sounds dirty. And “moist panties” may be Chris’s favorite phrase in the world.
Milk. Say it slowly. The way your tongue starts to leave your mouth as you say it just seems like a gag waiting to happen. Ewww.
Succulent. Not sure why. I just know that I don’t care for it.
Crotch. (I’m starting to notice a pattern here.) It just isn’t a good word. It sounds vulgar and rude almost.
So, basically the worst sentence in the world is…
Bob took a sip of milk while drooling over the succulant, moist, panties he had stolen from that girls crotch.
I have to go vomit now.
(And speaking of vomit, why isn’t there a prettier word for vomit? Puke, upchuck, hurl, ralph, etc.)
I grew up calling them underpinnings. We didn’t use the P-word in our family.
Too funny. I also hate the words moist and panties. I can’t use moist even when talking about a cake. And panties, forget about it. It’s underwear, not panties.
Individually they didn’t bother me that bad but that was an impressively offensive sentance you put together. Bravo!
I do like to refer to Hubby’s underwear as ‘panties’ just for fun. Because, well, it gets his panties all in a twist.
have i ever mentioned how much i love your blog!? this post was even funnier than yesterdays!
im trying to figure out how that last example sentance might ever come up in conversation….
Oh how I’ve missed your weirdness posts. I didn’t realise how much til just now! Panties here are often called undies. And that is one of my top hated words.
Moist is one of my words too!
And Panties is B’s most hated word.
Oh my goodness! I hate the word moist too. Anytime Kevin or my brother say the word it makes me want to throw up.
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