Ponged vs Plonged - What's the difference?
ponged | plonged |
(pong)
(networking) A packet that is replying to a ping, and thereby indicating the presence of a host.
(UK, Australia, New Zealand, slang) A stench, a bad smell.
* 1992 , , Volume 1, 2011, Read How You Want,
* 1998 , Catherine Fox, Heaven?s Scent'', '' ,
* 2000 , Susan Sallis, 2011,
* 2009 , Martin Fine, The Devil?s Fragrance ,
(UK, Australia, New Zealand, slang) To stink, to smell bad.
* 1997 , , David M. E. Roskies (translator and editor), Stop Thief!'', ''Black Clouds Over the Isle of Gods and Other Modern Indonesian Short Stories ,
* 2009 , Susan Brocker, Saving Sam , HarperCollins, New Zealand,
* 2010 , Robin Easton, Naked in Eden: My Adventure and Awakening in the Australian Rainforest ,
* 2011 , , We?ll Sing at Dawn , 2012, eBook, Headline Publishing,
(plonge)
To cleanse, as open drains which are entered by the tide, by stirring up the sediment when the tide ebbs.
(Webster 1913)
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As verbs the difference between ponged and plonged
is that ponged is past tense of pong while plonged is past tense of plonge.ponged
English
Verb
(head)pong
English
Etymology 1
From ping, via the pairing of .Noun
(en noun)Etymology 2
Probably from (etyl) .Noun
(en noun)page 109,
- She sniffed, squiffing up her nose. ‘What a pong ! Do they all smell like this?’
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- I can remember calling round once and when she answered the door I was greeted by an unmistakable, noxious pong . “I can smell gas!”
- I said. “Oh, have I left the ring on?” she asked vaguely.
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- ‘I see what you mean about the pong . I couldn?t smell it on myself but I can smell it on you!’
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- If you want to empty a crowded room strong body pong will usually do the trick.
Verb
(en verb)page 97,
- On she walked at a crawling pace, ponging of sweat, drops of mucus and blood falling between her feet.
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- The place ponged , like the smell of stale cat pee.
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- “That toothless bloke ponged . Couldn?t you smell him? He smelled like a bloody pub floor at closing time.”
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- and this evening, Eileen Perkins?s daughter Rita ponged with the smell of cheap carbolic soap, after a late-afternoon visit to the public baths down Hornsey Road.
