Verboticisms

Created by: logarithm

Pronunciation: mE-shin-ni-ae-lih-ti

Sentence:

Etymology: From 'machine' and 'bestiality'.

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Created by: cosmonaut

Pronunciation: grees-chee-al-i-tee

Sentence: "I don't see why it is wrong, I just love my car?!" "Greastiality is an abomination before God!"

Etymology: A forced blend of the words grease and bestiality.

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COMMENTS:

Hehe. It's an actual fetish. There are guys who hump their tailpipes. A bit of grease would do wonders & maybe a foil condom to avoid GTSTD's - GlobalGallery, 2009-01-19: 05:14:00

heehee! - galwaywegian, 2009-01-19: 10:10:00

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Created by: Mustang

Pronunciation: muh - SHEEN - eer - ee

Sentence: Erwin had a serious case of machineerie for his cars and garden machines that was a strange sort of superstitious infatuation.

Etymology: Blend of machine and eerie

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COMMENTS:

I do find this car infatuation a little spooky - Jabberwocky, 2008-03-27: 11:55:00

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Created by: TJayzz

Pronunciation: My-mash-een-amoor

Sentence: When it came to his motorbike, it really was a case of mymachineamour with James. His wife knew if it was a choice between her and that wretched machine, the bike would win hands down.

Etymology: My(belonging to) + Machine(an apparatus using mechanical power) + Amour(Love). See also My Cherie Amour(song by Stevie Wonder)

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COMMENTS:

love it - Jabberwocky, 2009-01-19: 15:46:00

Music for our ears! The meaning is loud and clear! - silveryaspen, 2009-01-19: 18:56:00

I wonder what you will come up will next? Great word; funny too/ - OZZIEBOB, 2009-01-20: 04:40:00

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Created by: karenanne

Pronunciation: MEK uhn ize

Sentence: "I only have mechaneyes for you," Carson crooned softly, as he stroked the side of his '78 Buick Century. "Those sleek new snazzy cars have nothing on you. They have but a shadow of your beauty and grace." His car was like an old friend to him. When people asked if he was getting a new car anytime soon, he would snap, "Would you trade in a friend of 32 years for someone you had just met?" Behind his back, people would say that if they had a friend of 32 years that smelled as bad as Carson's car did, they probably WOULD get rid of that friend.

Etymology: mechanize + eyes

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Created by: Mustang

Pronunciation: con-trap-shun-AY-shun

Sentence: Edwin had a serious case of contraptionation for his cars and garden machines that could well be described as a superstitious infatuation.

Etymology: Blend of contraption and fascination

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Created by: Jabberwocky

Pronunciation: pro/pensil/tee

Sentence: Percy demonstrated proprietary propencilty towards his new mechanical pencil that had been awarded him for his long years as a bookkeeper. Having been a slave to pencil sharpeners and messy shavings, he was enthralled with it's elegant shape and its never ending supply of lead.

Etymology: propensity + pencil + pro

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Created by: OZZIEBOB

Pronunciation: muh-she-o-NAH-do

Sentence: I scarcely realized how many hours had passed. At last, as I had expected, the pre-dawn windy gusts fell to a gentle breeze. Suddenly my euphoric awakening fron the Land of Nod turned nightmarish, and I immediately hauled off the bedcoverings and raced to the bedroom window. Scarcely had I got there and looked out into the street below than I saw, to my horror, the hard rubbish pick-up truck disappearing down the street, my favorite Briggs and Stratton lawnmower slumped forlornly, amongst the other discards, on its back. My anxiety -or, may I say my panic made me feel ill; and a horror came over me that I would be unable to save him from being reduced to the size of a metal matchbox at the local recycle station. Anxiously, I ran to my car and looked ahead; but I could not tell how far the pick-up truck had travel, or even to which recycle station it was heading. My heart sank; a grotesque groaning or, at least, that's what I thought I could hear, of the junkyard's compactor starting-up it engines, seemed to be echoing all about me. But as I drove on; and the imminent loss of my beloved Briggs and Stratton became greater, a fear came over me that all my efforts to save him from metality might be in vain. Under similar circumstances, if my wife had disappeared, I should not probably have thought this way; but I was wrought and ragged, and my spirits sank to their lowest ebb. As I sat behind the wheel, speeding through tranquil streets, glittering with the rays of the early morning sun, I must have looked a picture of paranoia - but, indeed, that was the case. Every now and then I slowed down hoping to catch a glimpse of my wished-for B & S; till, at length, I caught a sight of the lofty gates of the recycling station. My spirits rose and I began to hope that should I recover "Briggsy," my troubles and anxieties would be at an end. I could not help shouting out "Briggsy! Briggsy" though I was not aware that I had done so till I heard the sound of another voice. " Settle down, sir!" he exclaimed. " Here he is. So you thought he was about to enter the great compactor in the sky - didn't you?" I tried to explain what had happened, that yesterday, after mowing, I had left my "metal soulmate," through thoughtlessness, on the nature strip; but my mind was too confused for some time for him to understand. "What! have you been up all night? You must have had some wow of a time," he said. "Let me get you some clothes and you had better lie down. You need help and plenty of rest; think of the aftermath." I saw from the way he spoke, that he was still confused; so I told him that I had already had some sleep, and that I was a machionado with a penchance for Briggs and Stratton lawnmowers. "Thank God!" He cried out. "Perhaps that is the sound of another machine, called " Black Maria." A suitable craft, hopefully, that may be able to take you and your metal mate on board. And don't worry, I am sure that it won't be too long before you and Briggsy are back on the grass again."

Etymology: Blend of machine & Afficionado

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COMMENTS:

Love the double meaning in 'wished for the B S!' My! My! How you can prose on and on! - silveryaspen, 2009-01-19: 19:05:00

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Created by: Banky

Pronunciation: in-ANN-ah-morr-us

Sentence: The vibration of the unbalanced washer shook the ceiling pot rack, the pans on it sounding a cacophony of distant gongs. Roger sighed, and picked up the evening paper, turning on the dim orange sodium light of the old table lamp next to him. Shortly after the shaking stopped, he heard feet hit the floor. Marjorie emerged from the stairs looking flushed, carrying an empty hamper. "You know," Roger started slowly, not looking up from the paper, "we could get a new machine since that one is so far out of balance?" Her face fell. "Oh, we don't need to spend that kind of money right now. Besides, this one does a fabulous job with my delicates." She paled when she realized her innuendo, and the paper folded down to reveal a stone-faced Roger, locking her in a stare. His steeled eyes revealed his knowledge of her inanimorus affair with the Maytag 7800 front loader. The weight of 34 years of marriage dimmed the light in the already dark wood-paneled room. Scattered cords of light dodged around the edges of the curtains, revealing how dusty the room was. She tracked a small piece of lint suspended in a ray between them as it drifted on thermals and drafts, in and out of the beam of light, to avoid his gaze. Eyes refocused as Roger slowly lifted his paper back to reading level. Marjorie saw the harsh outline of his eyes soften and the glint of a tear just before they were once again replaced with headlines proclaiming the latest tournament Cinderella. She filled and put the kettle on the stove, and left the room.

Etymology: inanimate + amorous

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COMMENTS:

melancholy and moving sentence, banky. and still pretty funny. - stache, 2008-03-27: 19:11:00

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Created by: silveryaspen

Pronunciation: Cars ah no va

Sentence: You'd think the old hot rod had a hot bod, the way Pat Brady spoke to his Nellybelle, his 1946 CJ-2A Willys Jeep. "There you are, my little Nellybelle! Come on" Pat would pur to her. It wasn't a blonde with a great figure, but a ragtop four-by-four, yet Pat would tell it "You are in great shape." and "You can go a little further, now!" To Pat, Nellybelle was a sweetheart giving him a sweetcart. When it came to Nellybelle, Pat was a real Carsanova.

Etymology: CARS, CASANOVA. A lover of cars is a Carsanova. Car - a term loosely used to refer to any vehicle. Casanova - one of history's great lovers, so great, his name is eponymous for lover. (Is anyone else old enough to remember Pat Brady and Nellybelle from the Roy Rogers Show? "Happy Trails to You, until we meet again!")

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COMMENTS:

Two days ago, I was trying to think of the name of that jeep. Thanks. Remember Sky King and Sgt Preston of the Yukon? Wow! - metrohumanx, 2009-01-19: 01:54:00

love it! - galwaywegian, 2009-01-19: 10:09:00

terrific - Jabberwocky, 2009-01-19: 15:42:00

Cute word...sadly I remember it like it was yesterday! - Nosila, 2009-01-20: 22:05:00

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