schplog

Her poor nerves were shot from worry… worry that people wouldn’t understand her.

Hmm… what was her name again?

Misapprehension!

Which knight of the round table was always sneaking around behind the castle, acting secretive and peeking in through windows on his tippy toes?

Surreptitious.

What sort of tea is favored by those sweating denizens of the grass and clay courts, persevering year after year towards the dizzying heights of athletic success?

Tenac-i-tea!

Which young lady was tormented with self-loathing and eventually decided to begin life anew as a boy and dip little girls’ pigtails in inkwells, just to show them? “I hope you rot, you dumb girl!” she would shriek in glee.

Misogyny

What kind of tea do you discover, much to your great joy, entirely by chance and then realize that it’s also perfect for dunking biscuits in?

Serendipi-tea

Oy, gevalt. Papoosecouscous?

O for Olaf has gone too far. I mean, I’m not going to Herbert Hoover it. But please. Do us all a favor. Native American couscous?

I say it’s Tunisian. But who even cares if it was the Etruscans, the Romans, the Moroccans, or whoever. ENOUGH ALREADY!

Let’s just call a trucecouscous.

It wasn’t the Moroccans who came out with couscous! It wasn’t the Romans! It wasn’t the Tunisians! Enough already, the native Americans were using it to feed their children eons ago. They not only cooked it but they used it with cornmeal in a hardened-mush form to make clothing and even baby-carriers.

The papoosecouscous

Which knight of the round table always got stuck doing menial labor because of his poor work ethic?

Sir-vi-tude

You know what your problem is? You just don’t get North African cuisine. It’s not that you’re lacking in appreciation . . .
It’s just that you’re kind of obtusecouscous

What kind of tea just isn’t really all that good?

Mediocri-tea (yawn)