What is a tetter

What is a tetter

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A tetter is any of various eruptive skin diseases, as herpes, eczema, and impetigo. Enjoy your day, and ChaCha anytime!

What does Tetter mean?

http://eastonsbibledictionary.com/tetter.htm

“1. (n.) A vesicular disease of the skin; herpes. See Herpes.; 2. (v. t.) To affect with tetter.”

What does Telletubby Tetter-Totter mean?

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When 2 fat people 69. since they can’t engage in oral sex at the same time they have to rock back and forth.

Related Questions Answered on Y!Answers

Why wont my panic attacks, anxiety go away?

Q: Im due to start a beauty therapy course in september (big step as i have social phobia) but just cant shake the panic attacks, feeling dizzy on a different planet not in my body type of thing! Then there is the nerves in my tummy that make me feel like im gonna be sick! Ive tried counciling, relaxation tech, tablets what else can i possibly do! I cant live like this anymore it started when i was 17 and im now 19 have missed out on a lot of things id wanted to do its runing my life! Sorry for going on but im at the end of my tetter! Thank you xox

A: Hi,I don’t know if you are able to do this or not.But if you can, you need to go somewhere that will not be near any people you know.A completely different environment.Most people’s anxiety issues can be caused by being in the same environment all the time.If you can just disappear from that same environment, you will remove the feelings that come upon you.And after awhile you will be able to return with a whole new perspective.I hope you can do this because you said all the things you have tried have failed.This is an option that is the best, if you can do it.Good luck.And remember, there are people that care.

Hamlet and the Ghost,Help!?

Q: Hello,I’m an italian teenagers,please,can you help me with these questions abou Act I scene V oh Hamlet’s tragedy?Please!!! The questions are1)Go trough the text again and pick out examples of shakespeare’s use of concret,vivid language.Discuss theimages connected with the other world,fera,betrayal,denmark,death.2)Why the ghost defines his murder “unnatural”?3)Do you think hamlet obey the ghost?If so,how will he carry out his revange?It is this :HAMLETSpeak; I am bound to hear.GhostSo art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.HAMLETWhat?GhostI am thy father’s spirit,Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,And for the day confined to fast in fires,Till the foul crimes done in my days of natureAre burnt and purged away. But that I am forbidTo tell the secrets of my prison-house,I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,Thy knotted and combined locks to partAnd each particular hair to stand on end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:But this eternal blazon must not beTo ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!If thou didst ever thy dear father love–HAMLETO God!GhostRevenge his foul and most unnatural murder.HAMLETMurder!GhostMurder most foul, as in the best it is;But this most foul, strange and unnatural.HAMLETHaste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swiftAs meditation or the thoughts of love,May sweep to my revenge.GhostI find thee apt;And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weedThat roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:’Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of DenmarkIs by a forged process of my deathRankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,The serpent that did sting thy father’s lifeNow wears his crown.HAMLETO my prophetic soul! My uncle!GhostAy, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,–O wicked wit and gifts, that have the powerSo to seduce!–won to his shameful lustThe will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!From me, whose love was of that dignityThat it went hand in hand even with the vowI made to her in marriage, and to declineUpon a wretch whose natural gifts were poorTo those of mine!But virtue, as it never will be moved,Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d,Will sate itself in a celestial bed,And prey on garbage.But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,My custom always of the afternoon,Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,And in the porches of my ears did pourThe leperous distilment; whose effectHolds such an enmity with blood of manThat swift as quicksilver it courses throughThe natural gates and alleys of the body,And with a sudden vigour doth possetAnd curd, like eager droppings into milk,The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;And a most instant tetter bark’d about,Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,All my smooth body.Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s handOf life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d:Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousel’d, disappointed, unanel’d,No reckoning made, but sent to my accountWith all my imperfections on my head:O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!

A: 2) The ghost describes his death as unnatural because of the reasoning behind it. Hamlet’s uncle murdered Hamlet’s father to take the crown. In doing this, he took the widow as his wife. During this time it was believed that when and man and woman were joined in marriage, they were of one flesh. Uncle lying with mother would therefore be considered incest and/or adultry. 3) Hamlet doesn’t immediately follow the ghosts request. Hamlet believes at first that the ghost is a demon trying to get him to commit a sin and damn himself to Hell. Once Hamlet discovers that the ghost really is the ghost of his father, he DOES take revenge.

what do you understand out of this poem? is it a work of art?

Q: Early March I had one last touch of winter on mySkinNot so RoutineNot sweating like the wise, minding facesThe tender breathThe mild, calm sunlightcaresses my bare armsOnce, I’m thinkingThinking of not thinkingOh, It’s grieving***Pulls me downOn my kneesSweatingMeltingAll broken wingsCounting all the rain dropsThat made me thinkRing, ringfeel sink***DearLet me help your hairOh dearCome no nearI’m no dearCounting my fearsFuck, no tearsI am betterAm i betterBetter i amBetter betterI’m no betterLetter, getterI am tetterrettteretterrrrr…

A: All poems are a work of art, regardless as to what people may think or say