I have begun to believe my mind is full of tiny little topics that act like pimples.

No one can predict the order they start to fester in, or when they’ll get ripe and burst.

Wednesday 28 December 2011

Goan Smee


Goan Smee

A radio station was running a competition looking for words that were not in the dictionary yet could still be used in a sentence that would make logical sense. The prize was an all expenses paid trip to Bali.
The DJ threw the problem to his audience and repeated requests for a solution. There were few attempts, all failures, but at mid-morning success.
   D.J.: FM96 caller. What’s your name?
   Caller: Jeff.
   D.J.:  OK Jeff, What’s your word?
   Caller: Goan, spelt G-O-A-N, pronounced go-an.
   D.J.: You are correct, Jeff, Goan isn’t in the dictionary. Now for the trip to Bali, what sentence     can you name that word in that would make sense.
   Caller: Goan fuck yourself!!  Hah!Hah!Hah!!

The D.J. cut the caller short and recovering from his shock continued his fruitless search for another success. Just before the shows end at noon, he received another call.
   D.J.: FM96 caller. What’s your name?
   Caller: Doug
   D.J.:  OK Doug, What’s your word?
Caller: Smee. Spelt S-M-E-E. pronounced smee
   D.J.: Very good Doug, Smee.isn’t in the dictionary. Now for the trip to Bali, what sentence can you name that word in that would make sense.
   Caller: Smee again. Goan fuck yourself.
 Hah!Hah!Hah!!