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June 27, 2007
Tip of my Tongue
Okay, try and make a coherent sentence using these three words:
agelast
n. one who never laughs
misodoctakleidist
n. one who hates practicing the piano
nelipot
one who is walking barefoot
Hat Tip: Futility Closet
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at June 27, 2007 12:27 PM
Comments
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So, a nelipot, a misodoctakleidist and an agelast all walk into a bar.....
Posted by: Betsy at June 27, 2007 12:43 PM
I tried to get at least a smirk out of my misodoctakleidist friend by doing an imitation of his eccentric, nelipot instructor before his lesson. But alas, when piano lesson time draws near, my brother is a true agelast.
Posted by: Jake at June 27, 2007 12:46 PM
(sorry...can only do it in two sentences)
Mona Lisa, who sometimes smirked, but was truly an agelast, was also a misodoctakleidist, in spite of those many lira that her parents spent on piano lessons. She preferred to spend her time in Calabria, at the ocean, where she was most comfortable as a nelipot.
Posted by: Pearl at June 27, 2007 01:18 PM
An agelast is a four-toed handless nelipot pianist who suffers from misodoctakleidistism.
Posted by: hmmm at June 27, 2007 01:36 PM
He was an agelast on account of being a misodoctakleidist, which was in turn due to his being a no-armed pianist who played using toes in place of fingers, which, as a nelipot, he hated exceedingly.
Posted by: kishke at June 27, 2007 02:04 PM
Whoops, on re-reading my entry, I see that I read and responded too quickly. I thought a nelipot was one who hated walking barefoot, which it's not. Here's my revised entry:
He was an agelast on account of being a misodoctakleidist, which was due to his practiciing piano as a nelipot, which was in turn due to the accident that rendered him a no-armed pianist, who played using toes in place of fingers, which he hated exceedingly.
Posted by: kishke at June 27, 2007 02:41 PM
The sadistic piano teacher punished his misodoktakleidist student by forcing him to become a nelipot on hot coals and shards of glass, which turned the poor young man into an agelast for life.
Posted by: Sara at June 27, 2007 03:07 PM
An agelast, a misodoctakleidist, and a nelipot walk into a bar.
Okay. I made the sentence. It's up to someone else to make it a good joke.
Posted by: Juggling Frogs at June 27, 2007 03:33 PM
Okay. I made the sentence. It's up to someone else to make it a good joke.
We can always fall back on the old classic: The bartender looks up and says, "What is this? A joke?"
Posted by: kishke at June 27, 2007 04:13 PM
"You don't want to hear me play the piano? That's OK, because I hate practicing. That didn't make you laugh? Nothing makes you laugh, then. But you'll go for a walk barefoot with me, yes? You're an agelast, I'm a misodoctakleidist, and we're both nelipots."
Posted by: Solomon2 at June 27, 2007 05:08 PM
Having nearly come to blows with the nasty old agelast whom my mother hired to teach me piano, I decided to play the misodoctakleidist that afternoon and spend the time oggling nelipots at the nearest beach.
Posted by: Kent at June 28, 2007 07:20 AM
I have to figure out how to use one of these sentences in a screenplay.
Not.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at June 28, 2007 07:28 AM
I have to figure out how to use one of these sentences in a screenplay.
What? Are you writing a screenplay for a 'Cheers' movie? I'm sure the character, Diane, could make it sound natural.
("What do you think I am, an odalisque in your seraglio?!" has become a standard line around our house.)
Posted by: Juggling Frogs at July 2, 2007 12:24 PM
Juggling Frogs:
Your house sounds like a Mozart opera.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech
at July 2, 2007 01:13 PM
