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Word Of The Day!
Word Of The Day!
Word of the Day for Friday May 13, 2005
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:
A morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th.
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Also read Past disasters linked to the number 13 hardly help triskaidekaphobics overcome their affliction. The most famous is the Apollo 13 mission, launched on April 11, 1970 (the sum of 4, 11 and 70 equals 85 - which when added together comes to 13), from Pad 39 (three times 13) at 13:13 local time, and struck by an explosion on April 13.
--"It's just bad luck that the 13th is so often a Friday," Electronic Telegraph, September 8, 1996
*I hope it goes through this time*
5/14/2005 3:07 pm
What kind of a word was this, you trying to find things that won’t fit the story LOL|
One rainy day in the Atlantic, while feeling a little melancholy and browsing the pictures on this site I came across SexTitten25's and I must now aver those are magnificent tits! I knew then and there I must have them, so set out on the quest. I traveled to the west fighting my way through the land of the new Scots and the claque of Acadian, the journey was hard traveling through the land of the French and the wastelands of the faceless tribe finally braking out onto the flat lands.
For many days I traveled towards the setting sun until the insurmountable divide rose in my path. Soon I camped in the foothills wayworn but happy that my quest was nearing.
I rose as the sun was struggling to climb above the mountains of the great divide, drinking in the morning I surveyed the path ahead as the mists slowly lifted from the valley below. The path had been little used and great care was required as a started the assent, at the more dangerous sections I secured ropes in the hopes that this would ameliorate things for the next adventurer that passed this way. As the sun set in the west I sat atop the great divide content as the long shadows grew into the darkness of the night.
I woke with an uneasy feeling, the night was dark and still I was alone but still I could not shake the unexplainable sense of fear that was now washing over me. I rummaged through my backpack and found my altimeter, a small watch-like object that indicates what height you are above sea level. I turned on my flashlight and with my hands trembling uncontrollably I looked at the altimeter. I froze in place as my triskaidekaphobia took full hold. The altimeter read 13,000 ft and while I knew I had to move I couldn’t.
……… To be continued with the next word