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There's a murder of crows, an unkindness of ravens...

But what about a piss-up of poets, an armada of umbrellas, a tempest of teapots, a halfway of unwed mothers, a scandal of stewardesses, a prominence of businessmen, a marathon of running shoes, a slough of landlords, a mincemeat of prostitues, an agency of secret policemen, a poisoning of novelists, an alabaster of government officials, a perennial of butterflies, a dolor of inexorable pencils, an album of photographers, a jangle of keys, a huzwang of frusits, or a kaleidoscope of opera glasses?

And yes, I know there's a book, and that these are probably "wrong," but I can't remember the title of the book and I couldn't find it on the shelf, and this is more fun anyway.

Comments (2)

And don't forget-- gay men travel as a faggle.

ayla:

an exultation of larks is what you're lookin for.

bored on the oxford press website i discovered earlier that a group of hippos is a bloat. bwahaaa.

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