An old word that's gotten one helluva revival lately: Vuvuzela.
People won't shut up about these things...and the people blowing them at the World Cup won't shut up either. I'm pretty used to the sound, as those horns are at every soccer game from Seattle to Seoul, but the sheer volume and number of these things, since they originated in Africa, at this Copa Mundial is apparently dizzying. Just say it. Vuvuzela. It's almost as fun as onomatopoeia.
My sister just had a baby. Via C-section. Thank you, celibacy.
That's all for now! Game on.
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