Bitch please. Talk POSH. *puts on monocle and walks around a fancy cane* Well, my dears, I've been through A. duel to the death with the ninnyhammers in my school. B. searching for potential intervieweez. And C. acting posh. Okay, so A wasn't exactly being honest... But the guy held a pencil to my face. Nobody throws one at my face and gets away with it. >:I Nobody. So that's why I shoved him in the face with a sheet of paper! :3 Yeah. Tool wars. As suspicious as it seems and sounds, only a few rows of lockers have been severely damaged and only a few students have been injured. Minus one that died from having a mechanical pencil shoved down his esophagus, but let's not mention that. ._. As the title says, I dare you to talk posh. >:I Obviously, I can't do it. My vocabulary is too... colorful. I'm not boasting, but seriously. Have you seen me in Fan Fiction lately? No? Good for you. Don't. I've been shifting in and out from unconciousness, typing madly on my keyboard trying to calm down this raging wild boar that has been eating all of our stories. Yeah. Not.... Good. No. Just no. As for talking posh, it's impossible for me. Okay, not impossible, I still have my small shred of dignity left in me, and I still have a basic knowledge of manners and etiquette. But besides that, my good will has been destroyed and my calmness has been disrupted thanks to said boar. .... To be honest, three boars. Wait, no. Is it rude to call a female a boar? Yes? No? Well, nah. Imma cut her out. Two boars. :3 And yes. This thread, purely for entertainment purposes ONLY. And no. I'm just an old hermit living under your bed, prodding you with a pencil. Before you ask, no haters. I shall unleash hell on you. >:I With my trusty number ONE pencil. What's so fabulous about a number two? D:
Sir, your abudance of posh amazes me. >:I TEACH ME YOUR WAYS! I HAVE A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE AND DONUTS STUFFED UNDER MY BED.
Pishposh Number one pencil? :0 1st is worst Second is best Third is the one with the hairy chest/treasure chest
Too bad. No crumpets for you. >:I PISHPOSH! HAIL THE POSH! HAND ME THE NUMBER THREE PENCIL! THE MANLY MAN HAIR WILL SURELY DEFEAT THE NUMBER TWO!
Posh. Poshness. Poshy. Poshly. Poshyness. Posh-posh. Pish-posh. Posh is the new posh. That didn't make any sense but whatevs.
Making sense is overrated. >:I That's why you talk POSH. Miss Flossy, would you like a ride on my lovely alpaca? Its imaginary mane is sooooo elegant and fine, don't you think? :0
Oh most definitely, one must talk posh as one cannot discuss fine literature with an ugly voice. What what! FOR KING AND COUNTRY!!!