Verboticisms

Created by: galwaywegian

Pronunciation: weeeee rit issss isum

Sentence: The wiiroticism with which he acted around the console was worse than when he used to have nookia with his first mobile phone.

Etymology: wii eroticism

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Is that like Blackberi-beri? - Nosila, 2010-06-03: 10:39:00

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Created by: Niktionary

Pronunciation: pur-sahn-i-fate

Sentence: Rick personifates his new computer: he sent out birth announcements

Etymology: personify+hallucinate

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Created by: logarithm

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

Sentence:

Etymology: From 'machine' and 'bestiality'.

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Created by: petaj

Pronunciation: ESS-tim-ay-shun

Sentence: Tim's inamorotor was a revolving door. He was filled with adooration for it and romeotored it by daily servicing its moving parts. It had grown in his esteemachine and now outranked his combine heartvester in his affections.

Etymology: esteem + machine

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COMMENTS:

Funny! Great word and sentence! I know a few' who have an esteemachine collection! - diyan627, 2008-03-27: 11:41:00

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Created by: artr

Pronunciation: kahr-pan-yuhn-ship

Sentence: You know that expression "a people person"? This is the last phrase you'll hear in a description of Gary. He has all the interpersonal skills of a soggy sock. Maybe this is why he relies on his Toyota for carpanionship. He spends more on his girl, Camry than most people spend on rent.

Etymology: car (an automobile) + companionship (the relationship of friends)

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Created by: doseydotes

Pronunciation: myu-ˈni-shən-ˈwü

Sentence: Just before she went to sleep, Josephine reached under her pillow one more time and pulled out the Sig Sauer P228 9mm she had bought at H&H Gun Range three days ago. She turned it back and forth in the lamplight, admiring the black powdery smoothness of its surface, the crispness of the grooves on its grip, the sporty ridges on its slide. She lifted it, sideways, to her nose, to catch the sweet fragrance of the gun oil she had applied earlier today while cleaning from it the traces of metal and burnt gunpowder that had collected on it from the range. “Good LORD, woman! Are you sniffing that thing again? You’ve got the worst case of munitionwoo I’ve ever seen. It’s a TOOL! GET OVER IT!” Leon flopped on the bed and turned over with a snort. “It’s okay,” Josephine whispered to the Sig. “He doesn’t understand us, that’s all.”

Etymology: From the Greek, mu, meaning "the cry of frightened and cold feline companions locked out of the bedroom at night"; from the La Petite, nit, meaning "tiny irritating creature of great power, the mere mention of which can influence one's head into itchiness"; and from the Chinese, shun woo, meaning "great creator of melodic cacophony sent directly into one's ears without damaging one's wallet as badly as, for instance, Bose would do."

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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: Tigger

Pronunciation: /muh-KAN-uh-miz-um/

Sentence: 'Janice seems to really love her new food processor,' mused Charles as he left her apartment. She'd invited him over for dinner, but then she'd spent most of the evening in the kitchen with it. He was sure he'd heard Janice humming and cooing to it everytime she switched it on, and she would meticulously clean it between and after each use, admiring the sharp, shiny, new blades. As he got into his car, Charles told himself that he wasn't jealous, but this was surely a case of mechanimism, and he began to wonder about Janice's sanity. "Oh well," he thought, patting the dashboard of his Porche, "that just means more quality time for us, right Katrina?" (the car was named for her stormy personality).

Etymology: Mechanical - having to do with machinery (from Greek, mekhanikos "an engineer") + Animism - the belief in the existence of individual spirits that inhabit natural objects (from Latin, anima "life, breath, soul")

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I was going to use 'Mechanthropomorphism' but that seemed a bit too long... - Tigger, 2008-03-27: 07:29:00

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Created by: Stevenson0

Pronunciation: aw/toe/dol/uh/tree

Sentence: Jason spent every Saturday and Sunday cleaning, vacuuming, washing, waxing and detailing every square inch of his Alfa Romeo sports car, a car at the cutting edge of design and technology, which he truly, madly and deeply loved. Jason's wife called it out and out autodolarty.

Etymology: AUTODOLATRY - noun from AUTO (automobile) + IDOLATRY (worship of idols; excessive, or blind adoration)

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Someone just crashed into my 75 Alfetta sedan. She's-a-no more. - metrohumanx, 2009-01-19: 15:55:00

Clever! - silveryaspen, 2009-01-19: 18:45:00

Good one! - Mustang, 2009-01-19: 22:19:00

terrific - OZZIEBOB, 2009-01-20: 04:22:00

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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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