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Fart Balls
Today was a day for odd coincidences. I was chopping some cabbage for soup when I thought of a funny name to call it. Like whistle berries for beans, a head of cabbage could be called a fart ball. I had a bit of a chortle over that. I even went as far as coining the term fart pills for Brussel Sprouts.
Then later in the day I was looking up the word eejit. It was termed an English Pejoritive. I never knew of the term so I looked it up. It is an antonism of Ephemism and Synonym of Dysphemism. I looked up dysphemism and Yay! I learned a new favorite word!
“You give a whole new meaning to the word blithering.”
The above was an insult said to me several years ago. It was all in fun and it made me laugh so much that I even incorporated it into my very persona. At one point I had even made a site called “Blithering Steve”. Up until a few months ago it was even a category on this site. Now I am asking for more insults. More after the jump...
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I had a strange message left on my voice mail today. I have no idea who this person is. I haven't a clue about who "John" is either. The Caller ID said "Unknown Caller" and had no number. It may be a mystery, but it sure was funny. This guy really upset my caller. Watch the video after the jump...
Cooking with Spite
Over the years, my brother- being an excellent cook- has perfected making latkes; also known as potato pancakes. Latkes are a staple comfort food in the Jewish menu. Traditionally they are made during Chanukah and are quite a treat. The reason it is only an annual favorite, I have learned, is because the preparation is a bit of an undertaking. It is not terribly difficult it is just time consuming.
Therefore when Brad made them they too were a special treat. Every time I would visit his home I would plead him to make some. He would always have some reason excuse for his not making them. Suffice to say he also exhibited and air of self-satisfied smugness. With respect, he deserved it. They were delicious and I had never made them myself.
I had not tried doing it because he claimed it was an arduous procedure. There were a lot of variables to contend with like the starchiness of the potatoes, the amount of liquid in the onions and even the barometric pressure and time of day. Never once did his smugness fade.
