Thursday, January 1, 2015

New year's dissolution (it was the final barrier)

"Another year has come and gone," I said, "possibly not in that order, and once again the hard-working Riddled staff failed to feature in the New Year's Honours List, being insufficiently honid."

"'Honid' is not a word," tigris insisted.

"Well it should be," I said. "After all, we do not say 'candorary' or 'pallorable', because 'candid' and 'pallid' are so much shorter. It will all be different when I am in charge of restoring rationality and lucor to the English language."

"Is there a title for that position?" Another Kiwi wondered.

"You could be Arch-Druid if you displayed enough druor," tigris pointed out.

"Shut up," I explained.

"What's Smut on about now?" asked Evangeline van Holsterin, passing the table to check the level of liquorable fluor in the glasses.

"He's just livorous about being upstaged in the Honours List by the usual shower of politicians and glamid media stars," AK vouchsafed.

"His argument is not rigorary," tigris said.

"It is invalorable," AK agreed.

6 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

"Shut up," I explained.

Classid!
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Smut Clyde said...

But was it humid enough to make you laugh, Thundra?

Yastreblyansky said...

I hear they're nominating you for the New Year Triffors, anyway.

M. Bouffant said...

Not to worry, you're all horrid enough for my honors list!

What?

Best to the Upper Parts of the Planet for the New Calendar.

Smut Clyde said...

Horrid, but not terrid I hope.

rhwombat said...

That's a bit limpid, Smut.

An oxitocic novel precessional solstice to all.