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(vulgar, slang) False or exaggerated statements made to impress the listener rather than deceive.
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nonsense, bullpucky
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rubbish1 (n.) 1 atal a refuse strol i garbage; waste skubyon; 2 filth plosedhez; 3 nonsense ufereth, flows a bollocks; bullshit bragasanz; 4 junk; rubbish; stuff trad
A gerydh ow hwor?langbot langbot
bullshit
Yw hemma agas gerlyver?langbot langbot
bullshit
My a vynn krysi.langbot langbot
bullshit n. drivel, talk lâwl; raldharalla; whedhlow, Spoken var. whidlow pl.; kywhydal m., pl. -dlow; gerednow; flows ~ flowj m.; int. brabm an gath WJ; ty ta taw WJ; tetivaly WJ; pòb an cows d pop an towss, thus interpreted by RG.
Eus mona dhis?langbot langbot
nonsense (hkg.) rubbish flows; rot klapp- poder; stuff hwedhlow; folly; foolishness follneth; stupidity; absurdity gokkineth; ignorance diskianz; blarney raydharalla; rumour; hearsay kywhedhlow; verbiage; twaddle; mere words gerennow; rubbish ufereth; bollocks; bullshit bragasanz talk ~ (v.) rumour; hearsay flewsel
Euthyk yw an gewer.langbot langbot
Gately had the answer: “His brother, his identical twin brother, is a zombie. We saw him, too. Really nasty lookin’ he was. Very noisy. Roared a lot. Wasn’t very happy bein’ in a steel cage with everyone gawkin’ at ‘im.” “Nor bein’ shocked with a cattle prod neither!” added Private First Class Swooper, belatedly joining in the discussion and sitting beside his friend and comrade, Gately. The Aussie chewed this over: “So, you’re sayin’ that the zombie brother must have protected the living one?” Gately and Swooper shrugged their shoulders in unison: “Seems so.” The Aussie finished his drink and motioned to the tired-looking barmaid to order another – the two yanks did likewise. (So far, so good.) That essential business done, the Aussie continued: “So, one guy survives among the zombies because he has an identical twin brother to protect him. How many of us have an identical twin zombie? I mean, it’s just so unusual that it makes no difference to what we’re doin’ out there. So, I still don’t see what you’re driving at. You say that I’m wrong. But, as I said, as far as I’m concerned, they’re all fuckin’ zombies. They’re just useless fuckin’ zombies – and we should just wipe ‘em all out ... And, if some of the guys decide to let off a bit of steam by decorating the place with their ‘bits’, it simply doesn’t matter. There’s no dignity in bein’ a zombie, is there?” Gately’s temper was rising but he kept it in check. “No, sir. I still say you’re wrong. There’s somethin’ else this guy told us, my friend – somethin’ only he would know.” “And that is?” said the raw-boned Aussie, pulling on his new beer, freshly served by the barmaid. “He said that, if you give them a chance, in a few days, some of the zombie guys – some, not all – get better and return to normal.” “Bullshit! What utter bullshit!” said the Aussie soldier, involuntarily spitting out some of his froth – and now attracting interested support from his comrades. “Complete bull!” echoed some of the others, also pulling on their beers.
My a gan.langbot langbot
bullshit (v.) bollocks; nonsense; rubbish bragasanz
Lowen ov vy.langbot langbot
bullshit
Yth esen vy ow tybri kinnyow.langbot langbot
such bullshit
Dhe by eur a wre'ta dybri hansel?langbot langbot
The Aussie looked as if he’s just stepped off a cattle-station: tall (6’4” or so), rangy and raw-boned. Incongruously, he sported a closely cropped moustache (almost Hitlerian, but not quite). The stare in his eyes also suggested he was the sort of bloke who’d rather have a fight than a feed. “Well, that’s where you’d be wrong, brother,” replied Gately. Gately, on the other hand, looked as if he’d not be out of place as an extra on a Hollywood set. He was big, muscular – and very determined. (And, perhaps, he didn’t much like the talk of ‘lynching’.) The Aussie soldier put down his glass of beer – a serious move in any situation – and challenged Gately: “Oh, yeah? And how’s that?” “There’s a guy, a guy they captured with the zombies while you were away. He’s at the camp now – recovering in the infirmary.” “So?” replied the rangy Aussie, lifting his glass to his lips once more. “Don’t you get it?” replied Gately. “He was living with the zombies. He says he was with them for the entire first two weeks after the outbreak in Melbourne.” The Aussie took in the significance of this – and placed his glass down once again. “And they didn’t eat him?” “No, sir!” asserted Private First Class Gately. “And he’s not a zombie himself?” “Nope. We all saw him,” said Gately. “The guy was as alive as you or me. They had him in a cage, on-stage, at one of the Captain’s lectures – you know, that Doctor Captain.” “Bullshit!” replied the Aussie dismissively. “How can a guy live with the zombies for two weeks – and not get eaten or turn into a zombie himself? That’s just plain bullshit. How can that be?” (Bullshit was something, apparently, that the tall Aussie was fully conversant with.)
My a ober ganso.langbot langbot
bollocks (v.) bullshit; rubbish; nonsense bragasanz
Ple'ma an ki?langbot langbot
David leaves – and comes back Jude came back to try and talk me around – about an hour later. David’s breathing had become extremely laboured. He was still fighting but, but like all the other guys bitten before him, was definitely losing the battle – just as we had all expected. Jude put her hand on my shoulder and said as gently as possible, in the circumstances: “It’s time, Pete. You can do no more. Leave him with us and we’ll attend to him.” Jude was OK, someone my Dad would have called ‘a good sort’ but, despite this, I turned to her and blind fury suddenly welled up in me: “I said he’s not going anywhere! Don’t you understand? My brother is not going to join the zombies outside.” She withdrew her hand slowly and flicked an almost imperceptible glance sideways. I felt my head explode briefly and then everything went black. This, apparently, was ‘Plan B’, the plan to use if I didn’t change my mind about casting David outside of the library and into the hands of the zombies. I awoke with a sickening pain in my head. Jude was beside me once again but I had been trussed up. I was lying on a cold, hard floor and couldn’t move. I looked at her. I’m not sure if she completely felt my hatred for her at what had happened. It’s just that she was the one who was there – she was thus the object of that hatred. She bowed her head and muttered: “It’s done, Pete. David died and we’ve put him outside. You can’t do anything more for him.” Bullshit! David and I were not just brothers. We were identical twins. His joy had always been my joy. His pain had always been my pain. And so it must always be.
Prag y fynn'ta gweles Tom?langbot langbot
bullshit story
Yth esen vy owth assaya gweres.langbot langbot
what bullshit
Ny vynnen anwosi, ytho nyns yth yn-mes.langbot langbot
bullshit
Ny vynnav ankevi henna.langbot langbot
bullshit story
Ple'ma ev?langbot langbot
bullshit
Ni a goskas yn tylda.langbot langbot
bullshit
Loos o an ebron.langbot langbot
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