Wherein I speak about whatever I feel like speaking about, and you for some unknown reason read it.
I heard some vuvuzela music and, voluntarily, spoke some choice vacuous words, in my vernacular of course, which sent him on a virulent path.
Now would I not have looked up the top three words (which vernacular I sort of knew) it might have gone like this:This guy was playing his vacuous vuvuzela and I voluntarily, and virulently I might add, punched him in the vernacular.
The outspoken vuvuzela-toting soccer fan voluntarily utilized his virulent smack-talk vernacular on the vacuous rival fans.
Nice sentences, too bad no one reads blogs anymore.
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I heard some vuvuzela music and, voluntarily, spoke some choice vacuous words, in my vernacular of course, which sent him on a virulent path.
Now would I not have looked up the top three words (which vernacular I sort of knew) it might have gone like this:
This guy was playing his vacuous vuvuzela and I voluntarily, and virulently I might add, punched him in the vernacular.
The outspoken vuvuzela-toting soccer fan voluntarily utilized his virulent smack-talk vernacular on the vacuous rival fans.
Nice sentences, too bad no one reads blogs anymore.
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