Title: Say it Like You Mean It



Author: Autumn



E-mail: dyslexic_crisco_penguin_fiend@hotmail.com



Rating: PG-13/R one or the other.



Summary: How much do words really convey feelings?



Author's Notes:



A while ago, Lateo posted a list of insult translations, and it gave me an

idea. Hey, I bet from the summary some of you though this would be

serious....... Your mission: decide which diss fits which translation.



Disses:



kiss my ass=I disagree

my ass=I disagree

goddamn=d**n

damn=d**n

asshole=not a very nice person

shit=nuts

shitty=crappy

shithead=meathead

fuck=f**k

fucker=f**k*r

fucking=f**k**g

motherfucker=m*th*rf**k*r

motherfucking=m*th*rf**k**g

penis=thingy

cock=thingy

dick=thingy

shlong=thingy

vagina=girl thingy

pussie=girl thingy

pussies=girl thingies

pussy=girl thingy

cunt=thingy

poonanny=poohead

poon=thingy

twat=thingy

whore=sleeper

bitch=pregnant dog

slut=very *friendly* person

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Twas a quiet June evening in Weschester. Now, skip over to Charles Xavier's

School for Gifted Youngsters, and that's anothe story all together.......

Let's take a peak into Kitty Pryde, Jubilation Lee and Rogue's shared room

shall we?





"Get up you smart-not nice person!" an angry Logan shouted at a

half-unconscience Jubilee.



"Hold you f**ki*ng horses will you?"



"No, I will not hold my f**ki*ng horses, until you tell me where the f**k,

that g*dd**n, girl thingy, Scooter is!"



"Nuts, I don't know where he is. Why don't you ask his little f**k buddy

instead, and let me get some sleep!"



"Watch your mouth kid. Or I'm gonna f**ck*i*ng wash it out with some d**m

soap." Logan admonished before stepping crossing the room to where Kitty

was speeping.



"Wake up."



"No."



"Yes."



"No."



"Logan, don't be such a meathead" came the reply from Rogue. The only one

who could by right get away with it.



"Stay out of it darlin' this is between me and that stupid girl thingy,

pansy, not a nice person thingyhead Scooter."



"Then what the f**k are you doing in here?"



"Getting answers from his little girlfriend. And watch your mouth, or I'm

gonna spank you."



"You'd like that wouldn't it, you dirty, sleeper." Jubilee said, directing

her comment at Logan.



" Shut your f**ki*ng mouth. You've got no room to talk. Remy tells me

you're a very friendly person."



"Takes one to know one."



"Very mature."



"Kitty, where's you're g*dd**n thingysucking, crappy, boyfriend?"



"Yeah Kitty? Where is Mr. Bigthingy?"



"Jubes, stop being such a pregnant dog."



"Sorry, I didn't relise it would offend your f*ck**g virgin ears so much

Roguie."



"Well you're being a realy girl thingy, so shut it already!"



"Shut it? What are we in bleedin England now?"



"For the last m*th**f**k*ng time, where is that not nice person Scooter?"



"Oh, that Scooter, he took your bike out for a ride. He didn't think you'd

mind."



"I'm gonna kill him. I'll gut him, and then beat him and-



"What grind his bones to break your bread, and huff and puff and blow the

house down?"



"It's kahrma dude, deal."



"F**k off."



"Logan, out. Go hunt Scooter down, and let us get some f**k**g sleep!"



Amazingly enough, he did just that.



"Rogue, you really need to get yourself a new boyfriendd. Logan's a real

thingy."



"Or, maybe she likes him for his thingy."



"You're both such girl thingies! Do your minds ever leave the gutter?"



"No."



"Not really."



"Fair enough, night."



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I know, not really a 'deep' piece, but the damn bunny just wouldn't let go.