Mrs. Jordan’s first grade students were in the school library, browsing through picture books, when little Emily suddenly said, “Hey, look at this! It’s a frickin’ elephant!”
Mrs. Jordan was shocked. “What did you say?” she asked.
“I said it’s a frickin’ elephant,” Emily replied. “It says so right here on the picture.”
Mrs. Jordan took the book and looked at it, and sure enough, the child was right:
AFRICAN ELEPHANT
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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Thanks Eliza. ♥️
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No denying that!
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yup
da kid nailed it
a frican elephant
that it is
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Love the thought for the day! It’s a frican elephant all right!
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Frickinest elephant I ever did see.
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Sure is! LOL
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My cousin’s daughter served in Iraq, Korea, and Afghanistan, so, military for many years.
When she came to visit my Mom, every third word was “frickin’.”
Later, Mom and I agreed that when you use the substitute word that much, and that emphatically, it loses its substitutionary power. 😀
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I had to take a moment’s thought. But all the best ones make you think. I love it.
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I once lived next door to a very nice woman who had named her daughter Africa. The daughter was twelve years old at the time. Probably because of being teased about her name in school, Africa told everybody to call her “Freeka.” Which of course led to the bullies calling her “Freaky.”
But I digress. Sorry. It’s been a long pandemic.
I agree with you, BoB, that’s the frickinest elephant I’ve ever seen.
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Very continental name. Imagine being named North America.
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Right?
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Better that than Antarctica.
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Ain’t touchin’ that one with a ten-foot pole OR a twelve-foot Hungarian! 😉
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Well… my hubby is Polish. He has a very long, frequently mispronounced first and last name to prove it. However , he is only 6’2″. ; -)
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😀
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LOL! 😀
(I am half-Slavic, although the names on that side were simple and / or Anglicized.)
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So THAT explains your awesomeness!
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Awwww. . . {blush}
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Haha!
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