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A Syne Of Fibbing Friday

Auld slang syne last week: Your interpretations for Pensitivity101, please!

  1. Sling your hook
    This is also known as click-bait.
    A good-looking young blond buys her first small house, and finds a secret door. You won’t believe what’s behind it.
    Do not – I repeat – DO NOT click on the link or you’ll find out what it was like to be Alice.
  2. Here’s mud in your eye
    This could be the result of a New Year’s Eve party. I decided to be safe and walk home, rather than risk driving drunk.  I was doing great, until some damned fool stepped on my hand.
  3. Bun in the oven
    Bun in the oven is the expansion of my abdomen over the holidays.  I can’t even claim that it is Molson Muscle.  It’s just turkey stuffing, stuffing.  I only wish that I could still get the even lower portion of my abdomen to expand like that anymore.  I would prefer a firm, upright French baguette, to a German pumpernickel boule.
  4. Twinkle Toes
    Twinkle Toes is the dance director on the RuPaul Drag Race television program.
  5. Moolah
    Moolah is a Frenchman, saying, “There’s a cow over there.”
    Look at the bunch of cows.
    Not bunch, herd.
    Heard what?
    Herd of cows.
    Sure I’ve heard of cows.
    No, I mean a cow herd.
    What do I care what a cow heard?  I got no secrets from a cow.
  6. Bazillian
    He’s the guy from Rio, who invented that bougainvillea drink.
  7. Airhead
    She’s my ‘Emotional Support Doll’ that I ordered from that special website.  Her body can be filled with warm water, for comfort, support, and a lifelike feel.  😳
  8. Goof off
    I just drove the wife’s brother to the airport, and saw the goof off.  They stayed with us for a week over New Year’s, which was about eight days too long. She’s nice people, but he has to go to the library to borrow IQ points.  He’s figured out the difference between wet and dry, but feels that it’s a fine distinction.
  9. Mickey Mouse
    That’s the code word for the local swingers club.  Do you wanna meet Mickey Mouse, actually means, “Swap yer partners all around.”

    10. Razz
    Razz is the past participle of Oxford’s Word of the Year for 2023 – Rizz.  It’s not a very useful word, ‘cause only Christ is Rizz.

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’21 A To Z Challenge – F


 

There is no “English Language!”

I tried to explain this to a reader, recently.  I don’t think that he understood – or believed me.  Every word in the English language came from somewhere else.  Some are just more obvious than others.  Take, for example, the word

FRANGIPANI

A flower of the tropical American tree or shrub, Plumeria rubra, of the dogbane family
The tree or shrub itself
A perfume prepared from or imitating the odor of the flower

The word is in every English dictionary – yet it is obviously Italian.   It entered the language circa 1860 – 65 from French, who spelled it frangipane – after Marquis Muzio Frangipani, a 16th-century Italian nobleman, the supposed inventor of the perfume.

The true, original meaning of the Signor Frangipani’s name is bread-breaker, as in, to break bread with others, a banquet-giver, a host, or merely, a good travelling companion – another Latin-based word which indicates togetherness, and bread.

Google’s translation department would have you believe that the word means bread-crusher – a totally different concept.

Stop back again in a couple of days, after you’ve had a sandwich that you tried to make by putting cold butter on fresh bread.  I’m going to try for a scratch-and-sniff post using Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop “This Candle Smells Like My Vagina.”   😯

goop x Heretic This Smells Like My Vagina Candle | Goop

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Flash Fiction #140

Molehill

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

INFLATION

I know she has my best interests at heart, and hers, and the baby’s, but ever since she gave birth, she’s become super-scared and cautious.

One beer, over an hour, with the boys after work, and a careful drive home in low traffic, does not constitute ‘Drinking And Driving!’

I even called last week, to tell her that I was stopping at 7-11 for bread on the way home. Five minutes late, and I got home barely in time to stop her from calling the FBI, reporting me kidnapped.

She certainly has a way of making mountains out of molehills!

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.