No, not “moist”. I can say “moist” all day long. Moist, moist, moist.
I’m not totally sure why I detest this word so much. I think it mostly has to do with The Husband calling his computer his “machine” that makes me hate it. In general, I don’t like things to be put into broad categories when they could be generalized, generally speaking. It’s a laptop or a computer, not a machine.
The Husband’s parents Old people like to use this one in reference to their cars. Too broad. However, somehow I’m OK with the incorrect use of words. If you say “car” instead of “cross-over”, “SUV” or “pickup truck”, I’m cool. If you start throwing “vehicle” into a conversation about your car though, I think that you either forget what kind of car you drive, don’t know the word “car” or are talking about the Lunar Roving Vehicle. Incidentally, I’d call the LRV the moon car.
Throb, Throbbing and Throbbed
I’ve read too many books of the romantic variety.
Testes and Testicles
*shudder* There’s so much to not like about this:
No, just the one. It’s reason enough.
Just “spit” will do.
No. Just stop saying this.
I don’t know. This one makes me see gruesome flashes of amputation scenes from movies or something.
There you have it. These words are my moist. They give me the heebie jeebies. What words do you hate?