Thursday, November 05, 2009

Fun With Twisted Linguistics

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Feel like taking a crack at today's Words Gone Wild blasfomy? You define 'em, I'll grin. What a deal!

baove
decieded
teeching
wep sights
roll playing
imatation
broking homes
polititians

Now that you've done your blasfomy duty, I'd like to put you to work writing a little more of this blog. Here's how it will work. I'll provide a list of topics (and I'll put it in the sidebar first chance I get), from which you'll each choose one and write a guest post for Thursdays. We'll still maul some Words Gone Wild on Thursdays, but your guest posts will be prominently featured and your blog plugged. So, what do you think? Good idea? Sucks eggs? Are you up for it?

Here's the first set of topics:

When Gnomes Go Bad
I Think I'm Turning Into a Zombie on Tuesday Nights
Why I'll Never Go To Another Prom
How My Mother Warped Me
My Legs Are Hairy and I Don't Care
About That Hump On My Back...

Grab one, and let everyone know in the comments section that your choice is already taken. Write your short story, essay, or whatever else you want to do with your topic and e-mail it to me. I'll post one each Thursday in the order in which they're received. This will be fun, guys, and I'm looking forward to it.

Happy Thursday!

7 comments:

Roxan said...

Great idea! I so get dibs on the zombie one!!!

G-Man said...

Roll Playing....

The Poppy-Seeded one quietly snuck up behind the Kaiser, tapped him on the shoulder and screamed..."TAG YOUR IT"....

G-Man said...

About the hump on my back...
"What Hump"?







(Marty Feldman...Young Frankenstein)

puerileuwaite said...

Done and done!

Serena said...

Now, why am I not surprised that the zombie idea turned you on, Roxan? LOL. So, write up something zombie and send it to me. I know how you write, so I can't wait to see it.:)

LMAO, Galen. I'll be damned if that doesn't make a twisted kind of sense. So, are you taking the hump topic, or are you just sayin'?:)

Got it, Pugsley. And adored it, of course. Thanks!;)

Pugsley, by the way, has grabbed the topics on "Gnomes" and "Prom" and has, in fact, already turned in the finished product. Watch for it next Thursday.:)

And I need to get some more topics lined up; they're going fast.:)

Skunkfeathers said...

baove: the opening shriek that starts the baovana boat song...

decieded: digging up planted seeds

teeching: a state of grace on a golf tee box

wep sights: the view through watery eyes

roll playing: Junior's throwing food again

imatation: a strange thing your third cousin, twice removed for drunkeness, keeps declaring to her invisible friend at the mall

broking homes: a line of designer flop houses by Don King

polititians: useless as tits on a boar

When gnomes go bad, you'll know it: your pet rock will grab your golf putter, and from behind the supposed safety of the loveseat, will gesture in the direction of the patio, indicating the gnome is holding court with imaginary creatures from the Outer Limits, preparing to storm the abode and take over the kitchen, liberating all trapped and morphing leftovers, before commencing a culinary jihad to sweep the Black Eyed Pea restaurant chain off the face of the Earth. I search in vain to find the pot-laced brownie my pet rock ate to start this paragraph...

Serena said...

LMAO, Skunk. You certainly know how to do battle with blasfomy. I'm afraid the Gnomes topic had already been taken. But ... your little story is so funny that I'll have to find a place for it anyway.:)