Story: "Duff is a pudding, or decayed organic matter on the forest floor. Look it up." Ay! Crap like this really annoyed Ganja. Who the crap cared? Ganja's old man, that's all. The old man downed his gourd of jo mixed with tea and non dairy powder, peering over his glasses at the Scrabble board as he moved the tiles he loved. "Oy! 'Blazed' on a triple word score! What do you think about that?" the old man exclaimed, with a tone that indicated to Ganja that the old man did not really care what Ganja thought. Rather, the old man must believe that some salt in Ganja's Scrabble wounds was in order. Ganja fiddled with the tab on his soda can, and put "Eon" on the board - 4 points. The old man gawped. Somewhere, a fleet of dairy trucks stirred to bring milk to thirsty babies, and still the Scrabble game went on.
Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff
Previous Play: The Milk Truck and the Tea Soaked Ganga Guy - from Michelle
20. Yipe (used to express fear or surprise)
ReplyDelete"Yipes! What happened to my Duff beer, Mo?" Homer asked as his eyes blazed with ay.
"Now Homer, you know the ag folks have painstakingly added tea and ganja to the mix to bring about the perfect dairy experience. The rim of the glass always has bits of gourd to add a special tone to your drink. I thought you loved it."
"I don't, and I'm not moved by your little speech. I pay good money to..."
"Actually, Homer, you don't. It's been eons since you paid your tab. Love the Duff beer, or the prospects of coming back to my tavern are grim. OY!"
Homer promptly shut his trap as a fleet of emotions hit him, not the least of which was humility.