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Define each of the following emotions in five (5) words or less.
9) Confusion; i.e., the dichotomy of mixed emotions
We haven't had a TWISTED LINGUISTICS Storytime in a while. I think it's high time we rectify that. Here are the Words Gone Wild we have to work with:
5 minuets away
the personell is cocky ill mannert and potentious to costomers
And here's the story I think they suggest:
Once upon a time, there was a faux gang filled with shamfull women who took great joy in implementing, in no particular stages, unphased whooips. Some of the members were girly-girl in a soft pink and white way, and some were rough and tumble and, well, perhaps just a tad androgynous. Their leader was a chick called Mabey,
One night the gang was bored and decided to go out to a karokee bar for beer and pancakes drenched in Karo syrup. Things were going okay until Mabey took the mic and someone insulted her singing. Suddenly, there was a humongous humna going on and, when someone grabbed Mabey's slick greast and pinched her left slef, things took a downward spiral. She turned to the nearest ruffian, never mind that they all looked like products of imbred marrages plopped down in an oasis, and knocked him on his coaxil. Soon, the whole gang was involved in the imbroglio and blood and teeth were flying everywhere until the bartender, Ched, finally got fed up and yelled, "Klike! Klatu! Whatever! Y'all stop that fighting before I sic the barmaid, Nell, on you. You all are about 5 minuets away from going to jail! Now, pipe down, put on costumes, and either sing happy songs or dance sinfully, damn it!" At that point, somebody familiar with and scared of the Junoesque Nell's reputation fed a quarter into the jukebox. A waltz began to play, and everyone picked themselves up, bowed to their partners, and commenced to dancing slowly and carefully as Nell looked on, glowering menacingly through the eye slits of her mask.
"Hmph!" declared Mabey. "You call that sin, Ched? That's dancing, Nell? Whooips! That's some bad vibrations, you kliker. Whooips this! Let's blow this joint, girls. The personell is cocky ill mannert and potentious to costomers and we don't have to stay here and put up with this unphased abuse."
And they all went home for snacks of potentious tea and humna before heading out back for some sinched in the shed.