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Say What? #5

From time to time I like to share with you guys definitions I've come up with for some of the more interesting verification words I've come across while signing on to your blogs. Here's my latest instalment...


The heroine in Stieg Larsson's Millenium series



What one hunter says to the other as they approach an unsuspecting pulark




Not entirely disingenuous





Not your log




Acronym for Don't Eat Some Silly Idiot's Stew




Where the rich people are asked to go in the theatre




There's couch surfing. This is when all you can afford is a cushion.





All that's left after your friends ate the rest of your tostitos

Comments

Ah... so THAT's what those things mean! I've been collecting a few of these myself... maybe it's time to share...
nonamedufus said…
Boom Boom: Just one of the many public services dufus is happy to provide
Anonymous said…
I admit I am guilty of desingem from time to time.

I just stretch the truth a little bit.

hee hee

These are good Nomie!
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: At least you're not entirely disingenuous. Did you eat the rest of the tstos?
Glad you defined those terms; I had about given up, couldn't find them in any dictionary! ;)
Linda Medrano said…
Tstos sounds like a Russian ornament to me.
nonamedufus said…
TRYC: Oh, I should have told you they can only be found in the dufus dictionary. Please consult it as often as you like.
nonamedufus said…
Linda: That's right they hang their tstos on their tstrismas trees.
00dozo said…
Heh, heh. "Punkiest" - that was quite the 'co-inky-dinky' (and exactly what I thought too!).
Leeuna said…
Hahaaa! I love these. Sometimes the words even make sense. I think the tstos was my favorite. :)
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Yeah, you like that, eh?
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: That definition just seemed like a natural.
Nicky said…
And here I thought tstos was that nasty stuff between your toes when you pull your socks off. Huh. Learn something new everyday.
K A B L O O E Y said…
Just got one: gustrise. The phenomenon that lands panty-less pseudo-celebrities in Star magazine, when they exit limos wearing short dresses into blustery weather. First observed in more innocent times, circa mid-fifties, by Marilyn Monroe in Seven Year Itch. But she wore panties.
HumorSmith said…
Never at a loss for words, it's good to see you even occasionally pilfer yours from somewhere else. Nice pilfering.

Remember, "Nothin' says lovin' like somethin' from the oven, and pilfering says it best."
nonamedufus said…
KABLOOEY: That's a very good one. I like it.
nonamedufus said…
Mike: Damn, you found me. Was it the platypus on my head that gave me away?
nonamedufus said…
HumorSmith: Pilfering says it best, indeed. That kinda explains the internet, doesn't it.

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