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Freshet being not as obscure as I once thought it was, I have decided to cancel this round. (Note to self: never play Scrabble with this crowd.) I will try to find another, more suitable word.
Ai-ee, Alex--you may have to cancel this one. If I know a word, surely everybody does. I'll PM you with what I think it is, though, in case I'm wrong.
Well I got one other hint from someone that they knew the correct definition but also suggesting we play on.
If anyone thinks the word is not obscure enough then I can come up with another one.
With me, that makes three who know it, plus Alex. But it'd be fun anyway.
A word I come across but never use.
Sorry, but I know this word as well. However, as I'm leaving these shores on 17 December, don't mind me.
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Ai-ee, Alex--you may have to cancel this one. If I know a word, surely everybody does.
Thanks for confirming that I really am nobody.
Max sez "Thanks for confirming that I really am nobody."
But you are OUR nobody and we love you.
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Max sez "Thanks for confirming that I really am nobody."
But you are OUR nobody and we love you.
I am also, of course, proof of the old truism:
Nobody's perfect.
some here may have only an inkling what this means, but I think most would be able to pick the multiply-choiced correct def'n. my thinking is that the only way to play a word such as this is to leave out the real deal and let people vote for the best phoney.
..or, perhaps there would be enough armilsŪ to confuse things and allow inclusion of the dictionary def'n.
I have decided to allow freshet to take early retirement. See edited version of initial post, above. I will try to come up with another word but if anyone else has one then by all means go ahead with it.
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Polishing the razorback
[propping up hand in the back row, waving wildly-e]
Oh! Teacher, teacher...pick meeeeeeee! I know what this is...
KIELBASA 
Double thanks to AW! First, for proposing a game. And second, for withdrawing a word which would not likely work ... and doing so with such grace and style. Well done.
I didn't know the word, but I'd never admit it.
In these parts, where a drinking fountain is a bubbla, chourico is often used instead of kielbasa.
People actually call water fountains after sausages?!?!? (She said, relating chourico to chorizo.) WHY????
'Sorry for the sloppy wording.
I was speaking of two unrelated things.
A bubbla is a Rhode Island drinking fountain.
Chourico is a type of Portuguese sausage.
D'OH! Keilbasa...Polish...razorback. [smacking forehead e]
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D'OH! Keilbasa...Polish...razorback. [smacking forehead e]
And please note that you did not change the pronunciation of "polish" just because you capitalized it.
sometimes, I just don't understand. but I'm learning that that's ok.
so no need to explain.
I'd tell you what the car wax did to the furniture wax, but I don't do polish jokes.
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sometimes, I just don't understand. but I'm learning that that's ok.
so no need to explain.
Sometimes? You're doing better than me, my friend!
Keilbasa is Polish sausage. Sausage is made from pigs. A razorback is a pig. Dang city-dwellers...[/mutter]
P.S.--and if you don't get the Polish ref., you're on your own!
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Keilbasa is Polish sausage. Sausage is made from pigs. A razorback is a pig. Dang city-dwellers...[/mutter]
P.S.--and if you don't get the Polish ref., you're on your own!
I thought a razorback was a whale or sumpin', and that, ergo, kielbasa was a japonese sausage.
Jambonese, more like.
oooooh, she's got TEdonitis!
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Keilbasa is Polish sausage. Sausage is made from pigs. A razorback is a pig. Dang city-dwellers...[/mutter]
Umm, I was under the impression, perhaps erroneously, that Louisville was a city. Are you now going to tell us that it is a but a hamlet surrounded by pig farms?
> a hamlet surrounded by pig farms?
yeah, we kneed to know!
Shoat, I'll squeal--don't go off yer hogshead! Rooting through my memory trough, I sow I've come up with 3 souse-ifactory answers: 1.) I visited my Uncle Bennett's farm in Tennessee a whole lot; 2.) every weekday morning for most of my childhood, the radio station my parents listened to would broadcast the report from the Bourbon Stock Yards as we ate breakfast; and 3.) Arkansas. Clear as mud?