Demetri Martin is awesome. Like for
real funny. He had this show on Comedy Central, and he was talking
about the power of words. Like how if you add DJ to someone's name,
they lose power. Example:
DJ Abraham Lincoln.
Would you follow that fool's advice.
Nah, you'd be all like, spin another track top hat, and he'd scratch
up the Gettysburg Address or something. It's one of my favorite
joke type things of all time.
So today, we're hanging out, the boy
takes my seat. So, naturally I call him Jerkapotamus. You know, because what self respecting mother doesn't call her kid names. He goes, “Hey,
I'm not a jerk.” I said, “I didn't say you were a jerk, I said
jerkAPOTAMUS.” Which struck up a conversation between me and the
hubs about making up words. You can add -apotamus to anything and it
doesn't sound so bad. I suggested Hubs use it as a nice way to hate his coworkers with
doucheapotamus.
I'm also a big fan of creating curse
words. The Brits curse brilliantly! I love them. Sodding and cocking
and bleeding. They're great! Though some of my favorites are
homegrown, f***tard, f***sicles, assbutt. The list goes on and on.
But seeing as how I live in a house of
tiny, people concentrate, I have to use word substitutions. I get my
curse words from Orbit gum commercials... then turn them into door
mats. What the french, toast?
Some I get from
Adventure Time. Who the fluff are you? What the lump?
I've never used
“smurf” though, which seems a shame because it has such
potential. Smurfitty smurf smurfin' smurfapotamus!
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