That word is used. It means that I do not think.
Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
omg I haven't laughed this hard in months. I can't remember the last time I cried actual tears while laughing. (I know the first time was Steel Magnolias)
This is a step in the right branch of the left. The company, please do not get the bottom of the knee. However, it is driven by a pelvic thrust in anger. Also, do the time warp.
Also, do the time warp.
What, again?
What a difference a few letters makes. I thought it was "You keep on using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means." which yields
You are using the word. Study is difficult.
Taste, wealth, people you can introduce yourself.
"Out for a walk, bitch" becomes, "Walk, make a complaint."
I have to walk away. I have to make dinner. I can't walk away. I'm having too much fun.
I thought it was "You keep on using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means." which yields You are using the word. Study is difficult.
It could very well be -- I threw it in from memory, and now could spend happy hours avoiding work and trying to figure out what makes it switch between "that word is used" and "you keep on using that word".
Mine also got to "study is difficult" in the end, which I found OMG SO CLOSE TO "MATH IS HARD".
(Also, fun game: read out loud a step at a time to someone in the room. Backwards. Until they get the original quote.)
(Sadly, "Math is hard" yields "Mathematics is difficult" in one step. Which is not so much funny, and reminds me of my freshman comp students back in the day and their unshakeable conviction that academic writing meant moar syllables.)
This one might be impossible too so I'll give you a hint. I'm surprised to see so much repetition because I deleted the repeated words as I typed in the lyrics.
I, 5, 78, Ⅰ, Ⅱ, your family's pain, headache, and I, I, I, I, I, God, I remember feeling sad on the left. 10, 89 loses.
Argh. I think I may have realized today that a theorem that's supposed to be a major part of my dissertation is wrong. I can see a way to halfway fix it, but not totally. I need to work some more to figure out if I can fix it better. Either that, or just give up and follow my tagline.