That's bullshit!

That's shit!

That's absolute nonsense.

What you said is baloney.

everybody I talk to says it's rubbish.

There are lots of people who believe that, and I think it is utter baloney.

Well I say, Why do you think it's rubbish?

And then subsequently, Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols, the word bollocks, the police decided was a rude word and so we were arrested for using the word bollocks on the Sex Pistols' album.

It turns out you can't do fusion on a table top despite all that cold fusion nonsense. Right?

And he asked if I could find a linguistics expert to come up with a different definition of the word bollocks.

And my best friend had mistakenly one day said something about wishing he had another child.

Well, I happened to have been very quick that day, and I said, Yeah, but a lot less baloney.

We use them metaphorically the DNA of a company, the metabolism of a city, and so on is that just bullshit, metaphorical bullshit, or is there serious substance to it?

Her uterus would be torn.

It was just completely off the wall.

Don't ramble.

That makes us even.

That proved to be a lot of bovine stercus.

her hand clawing at my head.

Well, you know what bovine stercus is?

They can stretch. They can tear.

It's involved in learning and memory.

The fabric and the stitching could just pull apart.

I ripped my pants.

And I thought, No way, no way.

It's just like this one, completely worthless, in which it allegedly worked by electrostatic magnetic ion attraction, which translates to pseudoscientific baloney would be the nice word in which you string together a bunch of words that sound good, but it does absolutely nothing.

So, I'm swimming along, and it takes off my leg.

I don't want to be involved in that matter.

We exchanged pleasantries, and chatted cordially about news in the team, and he moved the conversation naturally on to the main topic.

Yes. You would have torn reproductive organs.

You can't help but actually ripping that spider web apart.

I don't know what in the hell he's talking about.

Maybe pulling bits off? I'm not asking about that.

So that was also in the mix with the site the size of a football pitch.

Juan? No! Johannes, not Juan.

It's then distributed, and distribution is a massive issue.

Xiao Yu, this is Juan, and I am Juan's friend.

In assessing the merits of such tales, it's probably wise to keep in mind that old sailor's saw that the only difference between a fairytale and a sea story is a fairytale begins, Once upon a time, and a sea story begins, This ain't no shit.

It's not the beta carotene, it's the carrot.

So when you squish your shoulders, they pull on a bicycle cable.

He wiggles it in place, tugs it with his nose, and smash.

So they said, No, no, just kidding. We'll give it another week of voting.

That's bullshit!

Poppycock.

And he said, Because no one knows you had anything to do with it.