confute \ con·fute\ [kuhn-fyoot] –verb (used with object), -fut·ed, -fut·ing.
1. to prove to be false, invalid, or defective; disprove: to confute an argument.
2. to prove (a person) to be wrong by argument or proof: to confute one's opponent.
3. Obsolete . to bring to naught; confound.
Would fall for this type of spam.
From my GMail junk mail folder:
Gday!
Howdy How are you currently doing? I like your profile.
Are you interested to see my best private images?
E-mail me at uiorobidegl@hotmail.com and i'll answer back with my private photographs.
ANGEL
I visited one of my favorite websites earlier today, Start Sampling. I always enjoy perusing the recipes and save the best ones. There are also helpful hints every day and one caught my eye: Chapped Lips.
Now, that's an affliction I seldom suffer from, but it reminded me of being a teenager and having chapped lips. (maybe from kissing my girlfriend a little too vigorously and for an extended period of time the night before). I was applying some cherry flavored ChapstickTM and my dad noticed.
"Whattya doin'?" he growled. "Puttin' on yer lipstick?"
With a typical teenage look of disdain at him, I told him I had chapped lips and they hurt.
"No sense in wasting good money on that." he told me. "Sumpthin' else works much better." "What's that?" I asked him.
"Chicken 'manure'." he said. (to be honest, he didn't say "manure".)
"Ewwww." I said in reply, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Will keep ya from lickin' your lips." he said with a deadpan, straight face.
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lucubration / loo-kyoo-brey-shuhn/
–noun
1. laborious work, study, thought, etc., especially at night.
2. the result of such activity, as a learned speech or dissertation.
3. often, lucubrations. any literary effort, especially of a pretentious or solemn nature.
I've got a Facebook friend - Kevin - who is the son of an old classmate; I always enjoy his posts, especially the ones about his nephews and nieces and his interaction with them.
I was listening to a classic rock station while recently checking my FB friend's posts and laughed out loud at another one of Kevin's tales about one of his nephews when the old late 70's tune came on: "Do You Wanna Make Love" by Peter McCann. (song w/ lyrics)
Thinking about this song and my own nephews when they were the age of Kevin's reminded me of something I had forgotten until the song stirred my memory. I can't remember where we were, or what we were doing, but my youngest nephew Brad - who has nearly grown children of his own now - tugged on my shirt sleeve and said he wanted to ask me a question. "Sure!" I told him, and knelt down to get on his level. It was clearly important to him that he get my opinion, so I gave him my full attention. "Uncle Mike," he started, his sweet little face looked at me with earnest "Would you wanna make love or wouldja just rather fool around?"
I was taken aback, at first thinking he was making a joke, but he was far too young to even know what that meant. It then dawned on me that he had heard the song on the radio, maybe even overheard his momma singing along. I replied the best way I knew how:
"Dunno, Brad. Guess that would depend on who I was with."
That satisfied him,thank goodness.
Here's a scan of a photo I took of him at around the same time.
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