Tag: Language

The Walking Dictionary

Wesley Montrose was a pudgy, bespectacled fellow.  I didn’t know him well.  None of us at my alma mater did.  It’s hard to get to know a fellow like Wesley.  Let me rephrase that.  It was hard to get to know Wesley specifically.  There… Continue Reading “The Walking Dictionary”

Butchering the Tuther Mung

I once had a distant relative, whose exact relationship to me is unclear.  His name was Nate Malaprop-Spooner.  The best I can figure, Nate was the great uncle of my third-cousin-twice-removed’s brother-in-law’s stepmother’s half sister’s godmother’s stunt double.  Nate is remembered around the clan… Continue Reading “Butchering the Tuther Mung”