Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.” —(via -sorry)
- @luanlegacy: Wanna go again?! =D
- @emptymirror: What?! RELAX.... -_-
So @ibejangry and I were out on the town tonight and while we were sitting in a patio on Yonge street, we see these two girls with really really really short dresses come buy and sit next to us. Then as cars pass by, one big black SUV stops and reverses with his window open. This really sketchy overweight white man in a dark tinted window vehicle calls to the girls. The girls reply with “Your not a cop? I was going to yell at you to get out!”
We find that reason to speculate that these may be prostitutes..
They decide to go up and talk to the man after he pulls over and persuades them from metres away. We watched and waited for them to jump into the SUV (or get dragged in) until this ghetto Deltrice qurl comes by bitchin’ at this thug white boy. They almost start scrappin’. Shit niqqas, this was insane. A thug fight and a slutty pick up.
All while eating our ice cream waffles. <3