Funny Words

Scientists have determined the 10 funniest words in the English language. “Upchuck, bubby, boff, wriggly, yaps, giggle, cooch, guffaw, puffball, and jiggly: the top 10 funniest words in the English language, according to a new study by University of Alberta psychology experts.” [https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2018/11/181127131537.htm]

http://psycnet.apa.org/doiLanding?doi=10.1037%2Fxge0000467

These eggheads obviously haven’t spent any time hanging around this place.

Happy Thanksgiving

BBF

Hello commuters, and welcome to Big Bombus Friday.

 

bombous (bom’bus)— adj. convex; spherical.

 

 

 

Lyrics Link

Stop asking me why I won’t take the things you give me
I’m not gonna smile
When you shake my hand an tell me you’re not happy with me

Your model for today was born November 6th, 1990 in Pompei, Napoli, Italy.  She stands 5′ 5″, 34-24-36 and 110 lbs.  Please freshen your breath and say buongiorno to Miss Valentina Nappi!

HHD

Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day.
This song reminds me of simpler days. Both brothers-in-law would dance with Mr. RFH’s sisters to this song. “Jersey Boy” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Of course, this was long before Springsteen turned into a liberal turd, or if he was, he kept it on the down low.

I’m going to miss her.
On to the hunks.

Thursday In A Hurry

Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.

In Which Sean Holds Himself Up to Ridicule

You know, I used to absolutely hate poetry.  Hated reading it, hated writing it, just generally hated everything about it.  I was a prose guy, and I thought there was something silly and frivolous about scribbling thoughts into stanzas and trying to get them to scan and rhyme and all that crap.

Then, something changed.  Maybe it was getting sober, though I have no idea why that would have any bearing on this.  But over the past few years, I’ve found that there are certain instances where I can best put my thoughts in order by taking up quill and scroll and just churning out some of the old doggerel.

Before we go any further, let’s just get this out of the way here and now:

 

Okay, now that we’ve dispensed with that (yeah), allow me if you will to emote all over you below:

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Hello medicators, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model was born August 7, 1978 in Wembley, England. 5′ 4“, 46-26-36 and 122 lbs, please welcome Miss Linsey Dawn McKenzie!

New day new poat

Trebuchet team hit the road an hour ago. I was going to binge-watch “Last Man Standing” but “leaving Sept. 30” was 12:01 AM, not 11:59 PM. Bummer. So let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
For Mare and me.

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Hello  hungry friends, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model was born June 1st, 1987 in Prague, Czech Republic.  5’8″, 40F-28-36 and 136 lbs, please say hello to Miss Shione Cooper!

 

David Brooks is the Sandwich Artist of Virtue Signaling

From the NYTimes, so don’t click.

Recently I took a friend with only a high school degree to lunch. Insensitively, I led her into a gourmet sandwich shop. Suddenly I saw her face freeze up as she was confronted with sandwiches named “Padrino” and “Pomodoro” and ingredients like soppressata, capicollo and a striata baguette. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else and she anxiously nodded yes and we ate Mexican.

American upper-middle-class culture (where the opportunities are) is now laced with cultural signifiers that are completely illegible unless you happen to have grown up in this class. They play on the normal human fear of humiliation and exclusion. Their chief message is, “You are not welcome here.”

–David Brooks