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IT'S FABULOUS FEBRUARY!
IT'S FANTASTIC FEBRUARY OF COURSE! (Calendar of Odd Events for - FEB. 2005) -- Compiled by Lady Beatrice Blitterlees and researched by The Earl of Craboon -- Why is everyone so happy? Well, firstly it’s flamboyant festive February -- the shortest...
IT'S JEST JANUARY!
Copyright "The Quipping Queen" 2005. CALENDAR OF ODD EVENTS - JAN. 2005 -- Eccentric events and odd occasions to celebrate in January 2005 -- **Compiled by Lady Beatrice Blitterlees and edited by Lord Earl Craboon January is, to put it bluntly,...
Just The Fax, M’am
For years, I smugly prided myself as a non-fax machine person. I felt it beneath my dignity to own such a technical contraption. The quill is more my style than a computer but, being practical, I reluctantly use a computer, casting wistful glances...
Santa For A Day
The year was 1981. I was eighteen years old. Much too young to be Santa Claus, right? Especially with my short skinny self. Right? Wrong! It’s all my fault. I can blame nobody else. I was the one who opened my big mouth, and I paid the price. I was...
Silver linings are everywhere.
Viagra. That one word packs a lot of punch. Let's face it; there is little that has been derided more than Viagra. On the talk shows, it has been the butt of more jokes than Michael Jackson and Saddam Hussein combined. For example: (OK, OK. I admit...
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THE TWISTED-TONGUE TOURNAMENT
Copyright The Quipping Queen 2005
THE TWISTED-TONGUE TOURNAMENT
-- Or, Calling All Weird-Word Whizbangers! --
By Adrian Air-of-Sleet, a pleasure-seeking, mandolin-playing, maroon-hairpiece sort of fellow who enjoys Italian weddings, spelling bees, and the Calgary Stampede
While I was perusing several dog-eared magazines hanging from the racks of a 24-hour convenience store in the middle of a peculiar place named Billy Butts Pond, my enlightenment bulb went off.
Curious as to why this power of positive thinking outage had occurred, I put on my think-and-do cap in order to gain a new perspective on this perplexing problem.
I ascertained from the rather bleak-looking Canadian landscape around me that this ghastly glitch probably had something to do with being shipwrecked on a prominent piece of geography, (affectionately known as “The Rock”). Situated smack dab between the Gulf of St. Lawrence and the Atlantic Ocean, the province of “Newfoundland”, (as it's called by folks "from away"), is home to a few fishy characters who reside in odd outposts of humanity such as Ass Hill, Bareneed, and Dildo.
Now I know what it must have been like to live as my Celtic ancestors must have done in the “Dark Ages” ...you know... no flipping access to the Internet, i-pods, and personal digital assistants, not to mention vampire video games and vapid virtual reality TV shows.
With precious little to do while waiting for Godot to show up, I decided to organize and host a "Twisted-Tongue Tournament" for the locals and any aliens who happened to be in the vicinity.
The purpose of the challenge was to light a fire under everyone. Well come to think of it, by asking them to consider pairing animal names with human characteristics in order to give birth to a new set of beasts, we had the makings of party which "Newfies" adore as I found out. (This seemed like a good idea at the time, as there was no zoo let alone any pet-friendly, non-pooping, robotic animals in the blinking place).
So here are a few of the submissions received by the judges:
Bedspring Peeper – a naughty tree toad that refuses to turn into a Prince at midnight
Boo-Hoo Gnu – an ugly, unhappy ungulate that doesn’t stand a hope in hell of retiring to a stud farm thank you very much
Buffelope – a bare essentials, breast-beating beast with no hang-ups about the naked truth (see Scantelope)
Botchfly – a stout, hopelessly clumsy, winged creature that has difficulty with takeoffs and landings
Bush-Twit – a timid Texan titmouse
Chumpanzee – not your average high-flying jungle bunny
Cramanatee – a gormandizing golf-ball eater that lives in well-manicured lawns full of little holes with flagpoles sticking out
D'orca – a fashion-conscious killer whale
Ficklefish – a two-timing Piscean with an unhealthy attachment disorder
Gemsbloke – a large, young buck with lots of bling bling
Gussy Uppy – a gold-plated guppy that adds a little sparkle to any boring aquarium
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Hypopotamus – a short-legged, thick-skinned, under-performing vegetarian with limited bench-pressing abilities
Jokel – An Old World dog with a wicked sense of humor and lots of tricks up his sleeve
Kingflasher – a big name bird whose crests and crowns never quite cover his breast and tail discretely
Mongooser – a flat-witted, feisty-footed, posterior-pinching paramour of unknown origin
Pantelope – a graceful, butt-crack beast that lives in elevators and rides a bike to work
Pottypus – a toilet-trained, duck-billed devil from Tasmania
Scantelope – a fleet-of-foot, bare-all buxom beast (whose revealing exploits are chronicled in the best-selling naturist book, “What Really Went On Behind the Scenes in the Garden of Eden”)
Screech fowl – a breath-taking barnyard beast that hasn’t learned when to keep his/her trap shut
Screwupworm – a two-winged whimsical creature that nuzzles in the nostrils of nobodies as lackadaisical larva do, and then promptly engages in some serious botching activities (often with incredibly bewildering if not totally blundering results)
Scuzzard – a dirty, contemptible, shabby-looking vulture with a bad case of halitosis (but good enough to grab the spotlight as the mellow muddle-headed mascot on a u-brew beer label)
Slack Widow – a spiteful, supine, and very venomous Old World Spiderwoman
Springblotch – a clean, youthful, four-footed freak of nature that makes a mess of everything
Swelldish – a pleasant-looking puffer that makes one blush at first glance and then blurt out some silly stuff that one later regrets
Swilldebeest – a swashbuckling species that rarely count its drinks and eats freely, greedily or to excess if given the least opportunity
Titter Sucker – a boisterous bawling bird with a tipsy tongue (commonly found in Canadian wet bars)
Too-Too Titi – a la-di-da little scamp with three redeeming characteristics: a long tail, hairy underarms, and a penchant for communal living
Whopping Crane – a large, white, nearly extinct American bird with a long neck that beats its breast to patriotic tunes, flaps its wings to intimidate scarecrows, and yells “Cowabunga” at the top of its lungs for no apparent reason at at all
Willeye – a good-natured, willing-ready-and-able creature that spends most of its futile life swimming blissfully around in something called "quality-improvement circles"
So, if you end up in a hole-in-the-wall-place and lose your power of positive thinking – don’t forget to organize a titillating twisted-tongue tournament. It’ll do wonders to motivate the mummers, bring out the wonky wordpeckers who inhabit every nook and cranny, not to mention extend a warm welcome to some very odd-ball strangers.
About the Author
Adrian Air-of-Sleet is a casual conundrum in the Court of the Quipping Queen http://www.quippingqueen.blogspot.com/ where he shares his vacuous thoughts with other arcane members of society.
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