Recently a guy named GC Coppard started leaving me hilarious comments on each post. Turns out he is also a talented writer. So naturally I recruited him for FAF. As usual, I came up the with words, and my guest freely associated. Enjoy, fellow FAFSTERS!
Chamois – What the Sham-Wow pitch guy asked when they arrested him last month.
Engoli – Svengali’s ineffectual cousin.
Circus Peanut – A regular peanut with a red nose and unusual flexibility.
Wanton – I’m not certain I’ve ever used this word properly in a sentence. Why start now?
Won Ton – What you gain when you spend the weekend at home, watching all the DVR you’ve recorded in the last six months and eating Chinese takeout with wild abandon.
Wanderlust – a deadly sin on vacation.
Wagner – Heart to Heart guy, was married to (gasp) Natalie Wood. I don’t think he did it.
Skippy Handleman – Whenever Mallory said his name with her little lisp, I felt all funny inside. Nerds Unite!
Elderhostel – When you wake grandpa from his nap and you don’t have a yummy treat for him.
Zamfir – Shave it, please. It’s making your face look mean.
HEY YOU GUYS – Isn’t that from The Electric Company? When I was a pup, The Electric Company was Sesame Street for cool kids.
Chutney – I think that came with my shin splints.
Seraphim – Serotonin, tired of being depressed all the time, finally married John Phim and.. well.. there you are. What an angel!
Sha Na Na – Either a really short, really bad poem, or a really long-lived, really bad doo wop band. Either way, fun to say, not good for much else.
Sheneneh Jenkins – Long time chauffer (in drag) of the band Sha Na Na.
Emollient – Isn’t that one of the things grandma would put on your scratches? Something goopy and pink. “George, where’s my emollient!?”
Commodore VIC 20 – No Way! I had one of these. I loved my VIC 20. My first computer. It had 4K of memory. My iPod has twenty million times that much memory. No, really. I’m such a Skippy Handleman.
Butter Horn – Inventive kids who could not afford brass sometimes resorted to raiding the fridge before band practice.
Scallywag – Agent Mulder wasn’t sure about her intentions until she gave him the Scallywag. Then he knew it was on.
Thanks, GC! Thanks FAFologists! Oh, and don’t forget to stop by his blog, The Recession of Depression.
High5High5High5!
Engoli is my next door neighbor and his chutney is good…
High55555555555555!!!!!!!!!!!
More big words, Ann….Whew, I’m exhausted.
Hey, there. How can I do one of these?
I adored Skippy Handleman…
I would have slathered him with emollients and called him my little circus peanut…
Peace – Rene
One of my favorite posts each week! Keep ’em coming :).
I think he DID do it!!
Poor Natalie.
GREAT POST.
Thst’s a funny guy. Going to read him because I DON’T READ ENOUGH BLOGS ALREADY.
Every time I see your slide show I want to poke you in the eye.
Oh yes, toddlerazzi? You’re a genious goon.
I’ll never look at chutney the same way again! GREAT JOB. I love this feature!
I can so hear my grandmother with the the emolient!
Braja – So glad he’s not homeless any more. You should bake him a pie to go with his chutney.
Rene – Where were you when I was Skippy?
Vodka – Yeah he may have done it. Possibly one of the most beautiful women ever. So sad.
Suzy – Thanks!
Thanks Joanna.
2 Brits – I’d rather take a pill than get the emollient.
Cheers!
G.C.