Saturday, February 25, 2006


Newest addition to the Big Book of Bunkum:

mingafling (n.) a tiny piece of some unpleasant smelling thing one can’t extricate and exterminate because it’s in a difficult-to-get-one's-hands-on nook or cranny somewhere.

e.g. Fritz Fantastico, (owner of the famous "Honky Tonker Hideaway & Hooch House" in Mosquitoville, Vermont), in a moment of booze-fuelled bliss decided that he really needed to take a powder in order to get out from under a blanket of chaos and a kiss gone wrong – so after a period of pithy pondering he surmised that watching a squeaky-clean musical-variety TV show with a few of his bosom beer buddies from Lick Skillet, Virginia might give him a new lease on life – little did he know however that his refrigerator (covered with inspiring affirmation magnates "You Only Live Once -- So Supersize Your Popcorn!") was remarkably bare with the exception of a mangled mess of mathematical equations lying limply on the second shelf and a murky mingafling which he soon realized he could not nurse back to health without the aid of a minor miracle, let alone hope to find in the nick of time anytime soon.

Contributed by Parker Lunch, (born in Hungry Horse, Montana), who spends a good deal of time toe-wrestling and musing about the cause of bumps in the night that many of us hear and refuse to do anything about because we don’t like surprises, whether good or bad.