FLABBID
A new addition to the Big Book of Bunkum:
flabbid (adj.) descriptive of a politically-active, socially-conscious, jelly belly muscle movement that finds support among devoted television shopping channel viewers who wish to lose weight so they can don their sparkly spandex body suits with ease, fit conveniently and carefreely into airplane seats, computer chairs and dental recliners without accidentally setting off any alarm bells, or coach their favorite sports team from the comfort of a couch without any fear of recrimination from sideline critics or backseat drivers
e.g. Flossie Gore, (a died-in-the-wool knitting enthusiast, a part-time coupon clipper, and a fastidious Aquarian homemaker), had absolutely no idea that her flabbid friends would be so concerned about her bawdy outlook on life and slawterpooch appearance that they would consider purchasing a spanking-new, state-of-the-art, mobile, rubber-reinforced index-finger workout treadmill (backed by a 90-day warranty including a full money-back-guarantee-with-no-questions-asked) for presentation on the occasion of her unprepossessing, entirely inconsequential, otherworld thirty-ninth birthday party sleep-over.
Contributed by: Harriet Pimpernel, a full-time flamethrower and dedicated fizzle-stick collector from Worms, Nebraska (and former Mayor, Chief of Police, and Official Dog Catcher of Beaver Lick, Kentucky)
flabbid (adj.) descriptive of a politically-active, socially-conscious, jelly belly muscle movement that finds support among devoted television shopping channel viewers who wish to lose weight so they can don their sparkly spandex body suits with ease, fit conveniently and carefreely into airplane seats, computer chairs and dental recliners without accidentally setting off any alarm bells, or coach their favorite sports team from the comfort of a couch without any fear of recrimination from sideline critics or backseat drivers
e.g. Flossie Gore, (a died-in-the-wool knitting enthusiast, a part-time coupon clipper, and a fastidious Aquarian homemaker), had absolutely no idea that her flabbid friends would be so concerned about her bawdy outlook on life and slawterpooch appearance that they would consider purchasing a spanking-new, state-of-the-art, mobile, rubber-reinforced index-finger workout treadmill (backed by a 90-day warranty including a full money-back-guarantee-with-no-questions-asked) for presentation on the occasion of her unprepossessing, entirely inconsequential, otherworld thirty-ninth birthday party sleep-over.
Contributed by: Harriet Pimpernel, a full-time flamethrower and dedicated fizzle-stick collector from Worms, Nebraska (and former Mayor, Chief of Police, and Official Dog Catcher of Beaver Lick, Kentucky)
posted by BREAKWATER BIRD at 8:29 AM
<< Home