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02.01.03, 22:09
whats's the meaning of this words?
-get around
-let's hear it for a boy
-no fucking way

thanks!
    • greatwhite Re: question 03.01.03, 01:08
      oko_jeza napisała:

      > whats's the meaning of this words?
      > -get around

      To zależy
      Get around the house- przejdz na około domu

      I get around - Może znaczyć: Daje sobie radę



      > -let's hear it for a boy

      Nie wiem jak to wytłumaczyć ale w zasadzie to "Brawo!"

      At the end of the concert somebody from the crowd yelled : Lets here it for
      them! And the place went crazy.



      > -no fucking way

      Bardzo wulgarne "NIE!"



      >
      > thanks!
      • awalk Re: question 10.01.03, 08:04

        >
        > > -let's hear it for a boy
        >
        > Nie wiem jak to wytłumaczyć ale w zasadzie to "Brawo!"
        >
        > At the end of the concert somebody from the crowd yelled : Lets here it for
        > them! And the place went crazy.
        >

        In standard English it means - Let's hear some applause for the boy
    • Gość: kpsting Re: question IP: *.new-york-16-17rs.ny.dial-access.att.net 03.01.03, 05:27
      get around... if I remember correctly it can also translate as: to become used
      to, to become accustomed to something, to make your way around something but
      not necessarily in a literal meaning
      • greatwhite Re: question 10.01.03, 14:13
        Gość portalu: kpsting napisał(a):

        > get around... if I remember correctly it can also translate as: to become
        used
        > to, to become accustomed to something, to make your way around something but
        > not necessarily in a literal meaning

        I'll buy it!
        • Gość: Rev. Reverend Re: question IP: *.nyc.rr.com 10.01.03, 15:21
          get around

          How are you doing?
          I'm getting around.

          W potocznym jezyku znaczy raczej 'dawac sobie rade'. It always depands
          on context.
          • Gość: erwas Re: question IP: 12.96.204.* 10.01.03, 18:48
            Gość portalu: Rev. Reverend napisał(a):

            > How are you doing?
            > I'm getting around.

            let's put this conversation in some context.

            the Rev was leaning deeper and deeper accross the cluttered bar, his black-clad
            elbow led by a twitching index finger slowly sliding through puddles of beer as
            he tried to catch the barman's attention. at that moment Fr. Father in his dog-
            collar and Bro. Brother with shaved head, orange robes n'all, appeared out of
            nowhere.
            "how are you doing?" they saluted him.
            "I'm getting a round"
            "cool, make mine whatever you're havin', but make it a double", they both said
            together.


            • Gość: chickenShorts Re: question IP: *.abo.wanadoo.fr 10.01.03, 18:58
              LOL!

              PS Does that mean that ty nie 'dawac sobie rade w zyciu'?
              • Gość: jargosia Re: question IP: *.mad.east.verizon.net 13.01.03, 19:26
                Gość portalu: chickenShorts napisał(a):

                > LOL!
                >
                > PS Does that mean that ty nie 'dawac sobie rade w zyciu'?
                Yeah, you can use it in this context.
            • Gość: . a double IP: webcacheH* / *.chameleon.dialup.pol.co.uk 14.01.03, 03:22
              "No fuckin'way" he says lazily,
              "I'm broke, look at the accessories", pointing to his neck .

              "Hold on. I'm thirsty too" she walks across with a limp, sweaty and
              bothered, stumbles at the bar and tosses her veil on the counter.
              "Sis, you're a red head! I thought errh...never mind" the Priest moves up
              closer to get a better look at the roots of her ginger curls.
              "Damn" she thinks as she briefly asseses her own reflection in the
              Barman's specs,
              "I've only had them done less than a week ago or so! Must be the
              friggin'HRT.."
              "You're late" , says the Knight of Orange picking an ingrown hair from the
              back of his bumpy head.
              "I was.. busy...besides..", she perched her foot up on the bar stool and as
              she lifts the nun's robes up flashing the smooth'n'waxed bit of flesh just
              above the lace holding the stocking up on her wholesome and shapely yet
              tight'n'firm thigh of a Working Girl, she sighs in a husky vocal,

              "..besides, YOU try to get around town in THESE!"

              "RESPECT!", the Men of Cloth look down at a blood drenched tip of the
              spikey metallic stiletto as she loosens up the laces on her tight high
              black leather boots.

              "The Bitch is no more", she mutters in a low pitch, peeling off her left
              eye-lash.
              "The booze is on the Missus tonight."

              "RESPECT!"
              "May She rest in peace"
              "Let's hear it for the Boy"

              The Father, the Brother, the Preacher , all three and the rest of the Godly
              Crowd in The Bar applaud and cheer.
              The Lady is Da Man!
              • Gość: chickenshorts Re: a double IP: *.abo.wanadoo.fr 14.01.03, 20:22
                ...but how much did you make that night, lurve?

                www.heptune.com/areyouma.html
                • Gość: chickenShorts Re: a double IP: *.abo.wanadoo.fr 14.01.03, 20:28
                  oops, still drunk...

                  www.heptune.com/lyrics/areyouma.html
              • Gość: erwas Re: a double IP: 12.96.204.* 18.01.03, 06:32
                Gość portalu: . napisał(a):

                > "The Bitch is no more", she mutters in a low pitch, peeling off her left
                > eye-lash.

                she flung it with a practiced gesture accross the smoke filled room and her
                eyelid snapped back into her eyeball with a satisfying "plop". the room fell
                silent as the eyelash soared to it's apex, hung with a fierce stillness below
                the brown stained tin ceiling before begining it's slow, circling descent to
                finally settle, with a gentle rustling, before the witches, sacrificial
                virgins, and lady oracles tables. the Rabbis and the Mullahs frozen in mid-
                bellow, the shaman and the Master choking on their 'alf'n'alfs, the Orthodox
                chaps peering into the room through a crack in the Men's Room door, interrupted
                in their graffiti project. even Fr. Father let his probing fingers lie quite
                still, briefly, on his acolyte's thigh.
                to any eyes still seeing, a gnarled dark shape was melting into the shadows,
                tell-tale beer still dripping from his (yes! it's the Rev.) elbows.
                just in time.
                voices from within the "Duck and the Avatar" were rising.
                "Jeeezuss Christ! Rev! Rev! I don't belive this! he slipped out!
                • Gość: chickenShorts Re: a double deceit! IP: *.abo.wanadoo.fr 19.01.03, 20:30
                  "Chrrrist!!!", Rev's scream pierced the air, as he jumped up and went into a
                  mad jumping dance... "Woss' up?", came half conscious inquiery from Rr
                  Father. "My new teeth!!!" So it was! The dentures, having escaped from the
                  jar, were tearing murderously at the flesh of his arse... Poor Rev.
                  Poor Fr Father! And poor Danny De La Rue, abandoned with his flaccid member
                  entangled in his boa... They looked pathetic!
                  This spectacle was over. The gloom, as though waiting for too long fo this
                  silly merriment to end, simply jumped in and set firmly in. All slumped in
                  sheer slump; even the virgins turned out to be rubber, half of them deflated by
                  now, hanging over the chairs, the other half being still at the mercy of the
                  muslim brothers... That was the end. It must have been, if the rabbis stopped
                  tossing their sheckles, abandonned betting... End of things? The end of empire?
                  But there was something looming?... You could hear it rather than see,
                  although the texture of the light had changed as well... Yes, a voice... the
                  voices rather! Growing in unison! Coming from the east, to be sure! Yes! Ave
                  Maria! Yes, yesss... "Aaavee Maariaaa", thundering in that unmistakable slav
                  accent... Not all was lost!
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