There is a puss we love to call Puss Puscalus
Who’s mews not much amuse Muss Muscalus
Strange though, the squeaks of dear Mus Muscalus
Are music to the muse of our Puss Pusscalus
By the wiz that he waz
He felt the need to amuse her, he can say the silliest things to bring a smile to her face, or hear the awkward laugh that he sometimes believes is fake, just so she can make him feel good.
When i hear the word ‘amuse’ i think of amusement parks and how silly they are. They aren’t amusing! what is amusing about swirling around til you puke, eating food thats priced way high and failing to win the stuffed animal of your dreams… I really wanted that Rasta Banana… Only then would amusement parks be ‘amusing’.
i like i am very amusing. my friends are amusing…sometimes. i amuse myself. i think it’s very hard typing the word amusing…….fun. summer. friends. boys. music. parents. animals. dumb people.
Amuse? Amusement. That’s -fun-, right? Amusement is what people take pleasure in. Something which we enjoy spending time on. Something that makes us happy. But amuse? The verb? I tell you what amuses me. This website. I have come here for a quick thing to do, and I feel that sooner or later, this will draw me in. I will become addicted.
I love my puppy. He has got to be the most amusing thing I have ever seen. Always chasing his tail and throwing around his ropes. God, I love that puppy.
we are not amused. everyone kens who said that? or did she relly say it, then? we are now told that G Garbo never did say ‘I vanna be alone’ instead said she I vant to be left alone’. mews not much amuse mus muscalus..
There is a puss we call Puss Puscalus
Who’s mews not much amuse one Mus Muscalus
Although the squeaks of one Mus Muscalus
Are music to the muse of Puss Pusscalus
I am seriously disturbed about the lack of amusement in my life, and i’m a person that is easily amused. I sit on Facebook every day to be amused by my friends…literally one of fifty people amuse me. My dog is more amusing than the average person, that’s seriously depressing.
Bending down to pick the flower, he looked a clumsy sight. It was just out of grasp, and then he took his other hand and pulled the right down to the ground, a few times, Finally giving up, he picked it up with his left. And old clown at heart.
I spend more time doing this since I took the gigantic and unexpected leap of becoming a mom. It amuses me to amuses him, and we spend large chunks of our time together merely amusing ourselves — something I forgot to do when marriage and mortage and managing became my life. Thank god for my child, and how much we amuse each other, a rediscovering of my sense of humor and childlike wonder and time to spend simply — on amusement.
really, i said. it’s THAT amusing? yes. yes it is, she replied, already occupying herself with something else. she’s only 10! how is SHE supposed to know what love is?! *sigh*
i am amused at the fact that this site has no point other than to have people write silly things in a box. I quite enjoy this actually. i think i’ll do this again tomorrow.
The dogs were amusing, running after the squirrels and digging up moles. The birds were not amused, they screeched and chided from the safety of their nests.
is the way we describe laughter, joy, tears
everything all bundled up into one
A muse, now, is different
the one who inspires,
who you feel from
the one who drives you crazy
now to be amused is to feel laughter,
whether cyincal or sincere,
from one person, or another
I was amused when he called. The sound of his voice was welcoming and familiar. The pace of conversation with him I had forgotten about. Its quickened pace upset me. He was always hard to talk to, in person or via phone.
I amuse you.
That’s what it is: I’ve finally discovered it. I thought your questions about my past were true interest – and perhaps they were. The kind of interest you’d show in a fascinating TV show on exotic Africa while you wait for your chicken nuggets to heat up in the microwave or – more likely – your date to arrive and take you away to more amusing pasttimes.
He told me that my nail polish amuses him. The colors that change every week chart my mood he said. This week I decided not to wear any. In respect to him. I might not wear any nail polish ever again because he can’t see it. When he was lying in that bed, he told me to fill in the epitaph of his grave with my nail polish. He hates the mundane depressing graves. He wants to stand out. I promised him that I would, after the funeral, though, in respect to his family. Maybe, I’ll paint a single stripe each week with the same color as my nails. He’ll see them that way.
I was laughing at the thought. I couldn’t quite put my finger of what amused me so much but I was still amused. I giggled at myself knowing that I wouldn’t remember the thought tomorrow.
The smirk on her face while the blade was pushed up to his neck was not just amusement. It was as if she got a sick thrill of torturing and killing people. Like she thought it was a game. It appeared so, anyway, while the flesh parted to let the knife through.
WHY IS IT AMUSE? WHY NOT PICK SOME OTHER WORD IN THE DICTIONARY. Why am I here? Not any other girl? Why do I live in California? Why do I have weird teeth? Why do I have big boobs? Why? It’s the questioners that get somehwere in life
I love the idea of amusement. I mean, who doesn’t always want to be entertained? The only thing I find hard about this.. is that you can become desensitized so easily. Suddenly, it’s just not funny anymore. You hear a joke once, and BAM.. no humor. It’s sad. Because everyone loves laughing.
He lived to amuse. The smiles, the laughter, the faces were bread and wine to him, the only friends he needed. Through the nights he would lie awake, thinking on that particular quirk of lips, that particularly well-rounded molar flashing like a brilliant laughing sunbeam. He would mutter to himself, mapping out the day before it all went wrong in the morning light before falling back into a few hours of cloudy oblivion.
You amuse me my dear, make me laugh out loud through a broken heart, come dance with me in gardens filled with fresh morning flowers saying bless this day and you two giggling girls.
Amusement parks are one of the most frightening things on the planet, the Doctor said as he stepping into the sun. And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of the planet. And some other ones too. Nothing quite comes close to the crazy folks who run amusement parks.
I’m amused when I see your face, I said. He looked back with a look that made less sense than my statement, so I took it we were on even footing again. What are we doing for dinner, he asked, and I told him I didn’t know, so we decided on Chinese, again, and heading out into the street.
Dressing to impress is such a funny thing. She always asked if she looked okay or if her the color of her shirt matched with her shoes. It was quite amusing to me. It’s as if I was so important that she had to fix what she wore when she had to go out with me.
Let amuse myself
as I hear the sound
of your childish giggle
floating down the hall
as you rest half-asleep
waiting on the promise
of grown-up dreams
you haven’t yet imagined
וואו אוקי אני נועה חולה על ריאל מדריד מתה על קאקה שלאחרונה ממש בא לי עליו..שישים שניות מה כותבים בזמן הזה אלוהים?!? אוקי לקאקה יש אישה לא סובלת אותה זה פשוט מעצבן אני רוצה להיות אשתו, אני רוצה להיות היא! ואני רוצה להיות מסוגלת לכתוב לא כמו מוגבלת אלא קראק טוב ומצחיק כמו בימים הטובים שלי…יאללה תכף נגמר הזמן בהצלחה לי!! ואמן שאני יחזור לזה
“Oh, please.” Alec said. “You seem to think that I torture her for my own amusement.” Alec laughed. “That’s only part of it.” Reese glared. “I also keep her here so you would have a reason to try to kill me. I do love our fights.”
He danced slowly in the corner, swaying back, and forth, and back again, letting his breath rise and fall in what roughly amounted to the cadence of the music. He pulled back his lips and smiled broadly, exposing a little too much teeth, a little too little gum, and a complete lack of awareness of the sobbing on the other side of the door.
It amuses me to write these one minute ditties. I can always find one minute even on my busiest days. It always makes me happy to see the beckoning email pop up, so I can just take a little break and play with words. Thank you to whoever (or is it whomever?) is responsible for putting this fun and interesting website together! Hooray!
She looked up from the letter, amused at his naiveté.
Did he think that with a simple letter that skimmed over all the pain and tears and anger that had passed between them; he could make her change her mind about him?
She re-read the last line: “Think of me, for I will think of you.”
She was disgusted at him. He had tried to appeal to her sentimental side, throwing back at her the same words she’d said to him in a desperate attempt to make him stay with her. However, fate had turned the tables and now it was her turn to dismiss the matter dispassionately.
“You’ll never change,” she thought as she lit the edge of the pages with a lighter and watched them shrivel and burn on the floor. “And therefore you will never understand.”
I went out to my brothers house and he was down this was awkward because if you know my brother you would understand that he is normally an amusing man he always make you laugh but today was different he just wasn’t himself. I sat down next to him looked at him his blue eyes were peircing me. “Are you okay?” I asked, a simple question but it almost never fails to get the job done. He quickly replied “Samantha and I are getting a divorce.”
There is a puss we love to call Puss Puscalus
Who’s mews not much amuse Muss Muscalus
Strange though, the squeaks of dear Mus Muscalus
Are music to the muse of our Puss Pusscalus
By the wiz that he waz
He felt the need to amuse her, he can say the silliest things to bring a smile to her face, or hear the awkward laugh that he sometimes believes is fake, just so she can make him feel good.
When i hear the word ‘amuse’ i think of amusement parks and how silly they are. They aren’t amusing! what is amusing about swirling around til you puke, eating food thats priced way high and failing to win the stuffed animal of your dreams… I really wanted that Rasta Banana… Only then would amusement parks be ‘amusing’.
i like i am very amusing. my friends are amusing…sometimes. i amuse myself. i think it’s very hard typing the word amusing…….fun. summer. friends. boys. music. parents. animals. dumb people.
Actors and actresses never seize to amaze me.
Like, I can’t even make myself cry or laugh on the spot.
Acting is a great talent and it requires a lot of skill so, bravo to all the actors and actresses out there =D
Amuse? Amusement. That’s -fun-, right? Amusement is what people take pleasure in. Something which we enjoy spending time on. Something that makes us happy. But amuse? The verb? I tell you what amuses me. This website. I have come here for a quick thing to do, and I feel that sooner or later, this will draw me in. I will become addicted.
I love my puppy. He has got to be the most amusing thing I have ever seen. Always chasing his tail and throwing around his ropes. God, I love that puppy.
we are not amused. everyone kens who said that? or did she relly say it, then? we are now told that G Garbo never did say ‘I vanna be alone’ instead said she I vant to be left alone’. mews not much amuse mus muscalus..
There is a puss we call Puss Puscalus
Who’s mews not much amuse one Mus Muscalus
Although the squeaks of one Mus Muscalus
Are music to the muse of Puss Pusscalus
The slightest things in the world amuse him. But in the end, doesn’t that mean he enjoys his time that much more?
I am seriously disturbed about the lack of amusement in my life, and i’m a person that is easily amused. I sit on Facebook every day to be amused by my friends…literally one of fifty people amuse me. My dog is more amusing than the average person, that’s seriously depressing.
Bending down to pick the flower, he looked a clumsy sight. It was just out of grasp, and then he took his other hand and pulled the right down to the ground, a few times, Finally giving up, he picked it up with his left. And old clown at heart.
I spend more time doing this since I took the gigantic and unexpected leap of becoming a mom. It amuses me to amuses him, and we spend large chunks of our time together merely amusing ourselves — something I forgot to do when marriage and mortage and managing became my life. Thank god for my child, and how much we amuse each other, a rediscovering of my sense of humor and childlike wonder and time to spend simply — on amusement.
really, i said. it’s THAT amusing? yes. yes it is, she replied, already occupying herself with something else. she’s only 10! how is SHE supposed to know what love is?! *sigh*
Bubble wrap. Bubble blowing wands. Crime shows, unfortunately. YA books. Rubber ducks. Daisy chains. Gift wrap. Finger painting. Dirty shows. Easily amused, I am.
i am amused at the fact that this site has no point other than to have people write silly things in a box. I quite enjoy this actually. i think i’ll do this again tomorrow.
Sing to me, Muse
To amuse is to be a true artist–or not.
The dogs were amusing, running after the squirrels and digging up moles. The birds were not amused, they screeched and chided from the safety of their nests.
is the way we describe laughter, joy, tears
everything all bundled up into one
A muse, now, is different
the one who inspires,
who you feel from
the one who drives you crazy
now to be amused is to feel laughter,
whether cyincal or sincere,
from one person, or another
I was amused when he called. The sound of his voice was welcoming and familiar. The pace of conversation with him I had forgotten about. Its quickened pace upset me. He was always hard to talk to, in person or via phone.
I amuse you.
That’s what it is: I’ve finally discovered it. I thought your questions about my past were true interest – and perhaps they were. The kind of interest you’d show in a fascinating TV show on exotic Africa while you wait for your chicken nuggets to heat up in the microwave or – more likely – your date to arrive and take you away to more amusing pasttimes.
He told me that my nail polish amuses him. The colors that change every week chart my mood he said. This week I decided not to wear any. In respect to him. I might not wear any nail polish ever again because he can’t see it. When he was lying in that bed, he told me to fill in the epitaph of his grave with my nail polish. He hates the mundane depressing graves. He wants to stand out. I promised him that I would, after the funeral, though, in respect to his family. Maybe, I’ll paint a single stripe each week with the same color as my nails. He’ll see them that way.
I am amused. It’s a sly smile.
I was laughing at the thought. I couldn’t quite put my finger of what amused me so much but I was still amused. I giggled at myself knowing that I wouldn’t remember the thought tomorrow.
The smirk on her face while the blade was pushed up to his neck was not just amusement. It was as if she got a sick thrill of torturing and killing people. Like she thought it was a game. It appeared so, anyway, while the flesh parted to let the knife through.
WHY IS IT AMUSE? WHY NOT PICK SOME OTHER WORD IN THE DICTIONARY. Why am I here? Not any other girl? Why do I live in California? Why do I have weird teeth? Why do I have big boobs? Why? It’s the questioners that get somehwere in life
I love the idea of amusement. I mean, who doesn’t always want to be entertained? The only thing I find hard about this.. is that you can become desensitized so easily. Suddenly, it’s just not funny anymore. You hear a joke once, and BAM.. no humor. It’s sad. Because everyone loves laughing.
One word is one word its amazing that theres a website about one word. I have no clue what i’m doing right now and i hope its good.
He lived to amuse. The smiles, the laughter, the faces were bread and wine to him, the only friends he needed. Through the nights he would lie awake, thinking on that particular quirk of lips, that particularly well-rounded molar flashing like a brilliant laughing sunbeam. He would mutter to himself, mapping out the day before it all went wrong in the morning light before falling back into a few hours of cloudy oblivion.
You amuse me my dear, make me laugh out loud through a broken heart, come dance with me in gardens filled with fresh morning flowers saying bless this day and you two giggling girls.
Amusement parks are one of the most frightening things on the planet, the Doctor said as he stepping into the sun. And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of the planet. And some other ones too. Nothing quite comes close to the crazy folks who run amusement parks.
I’m amused when I see your face, I said. He looked back with a look that made less sense than my statement, so I took it we were on even footing again. What are we doing for dinner, he asked, and I told him I didn’t know, so we decided on Chinese, again, and heading out into the street.
Dressing to impress is such a funny thing. She always asked if she looked okay or if her the color of her shirt matched with her shoes. It was quite amusing to me. It’s as if I was so important that she had to fix what she wore when she had to go out with me.
Let amuse myself
as I hear the sound
of your childish giggle
floating down the hall
as you rest half-asleep
waiting on the promise
of grown-up dreams
you haven’t yet imagined
וואו אוקי אני נועה חולה על ריאל מדריד מתה על קאקה שלאחרונה ממש בא לי עליו..שישים שניות מה כותבים בזמן הזה אלוהים?!? אוקי לקאקה יש אישה לא סובלת אותה זה פשוט מעצבן אני רוצה להיות אשתו, אני רוצה להיות היא! ואני רוצה להיות מסוגלת לכתוב לא כמו מוגבלת אלא קראק טוב ומצחיק כמו בימים הטובים שלי…יאללה תכף נגמר הזמן בהצלחה לי!! ואמן שאני יחזור לזה
“Oh, please.” Alec said. “You seem to think that I torture her for my own amusement.” Alec laughed. “That’s only part of it.” Reese glared. “I also keep her here so you would have a reason to try to kill me. I do love our fights.”
He danced slowly in the corner, swaying back, and forth, and back again, letting his breath rise and fall in what roughly amounted to the cadence of the music. He pulled back his lips and smiled broadly, exposing a little too much teeth, a little too little gum, and a complete lack of awareness of the sobbing on the other side of the door.
please. try and amuse me.
please try not to abuse me
i simply choose thee,
those, who can fuse me
It amuses me to write these one minute ditties. I can always find one minute even on my busiest days. It always makes me happy to see the beckoning email pop up, so I can just take a little break and play with words. Thank you to whoever (or is it whomever?) is responsible for putting this fun and interesting website together! Hooray!
She looked up from the letter, amused at his naiveté.
Did he think that with a simple letter that skimmed over all the pain and tears and anger that had passed between them; he could make her change her mind about him?
She re-read the last line: “Think of me, for I will think of you.”
She was disgusted at him. He had tried to appeal to her sentimental side, throwing back at her the same words she’d said to him in a desperate attempt to make him stay with her. However, fate had turned the tables and now it was her turn to dismiss the matter dispassionately.
“You’ll never change,” she thought as she lit the edge of the pages with a lighter and watched them shrivel and burn on the floor. “And therefore you will never understand.”
The WingMan.
I went out to my brothers house and he was down this was awkward because if you know my brother you would understand that he is normally an amusing man he always make you laugh but today was different he just wasn’t himself. I sat down next to him looked at him his blue eyes were peircing me. “Are you okay?” I asked, a simple question but it almost never fails to get the job done. He quickly replied “Samantha and I are getting a divorce.”