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Neapolitan dialect


va fa mocc a chi te mmuort (think the spelling may be variable)


loosely translated as go do it in the mouth of your dead relative. To be saved for really extreme circumstances. Can be shortened to va fa mocc which is used with more abandon.

giggirl Wrote:

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> HonaloochieB Wrote:

> --------------------------------------------------

> -----

> > POGUE MAHONE.

>

>

> Hoochie, I've never been able to figure out which

> word is kiss and which word is arse? What do you

> say?

>

> px


Giggi


Pogue-Kiss, MaHone (or I think Mo Hone)-My Arse, so every time anyone gets a bit worked up about that drunken, druggy foul-mouthed poet fellow, remember, he fronts a group named The Kisses.

Weirdly co?o isn't especially rude at least nothing like it's equivalent here, as mentioned on the other thread gigirl!


There's a Spanish rude and dismissive way of saying goodbye:


?hasta los huevos!


A pun between 'laters' and 'you bollix'

An ex of mine, a furriner who spoke a number of languages, always maintained that swearing 'in foreign' (including her native Italian) was rubbish - and that the only proper language to swear in was English.


Something she took to with a venom - after I suggested we split-up and sell the flat.

Afrikaans is fantastic to swear in, way more expressive than English and with that wonderful, aggressive gutturalness. A few choice insults spring to mind but alas the limits of decency forbid me from sharing, even in this part of the forum.

???? Wrote:

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> Stop avoiding the swearing thread


You see this is the funny thing about online forums. Why did I feel the need to come out and say anything at all if I was going to feel uncomfortable about it? Is it that I just really want an excuse to be very crude, is it subconscious attention seeking or is it just a knee-jerk reaction that makes you type something without thinking?

Alright here it is LB:


Jy was uit jou ma se gat gebore want haar poes was te besig.


Which infers, in a very crude way, that the object of the insult was born out of a certain orifice because the other was too busy.




(As enige iemand Afrikaans kan lees.

Ek vra om verskoning.)

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