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A Hinky day 3/7/2008 6:37:49 PM
Grandpa Reese loved the word, "hinky." I love weird words like, "hinky" so I figured I would try to work it into the daily blog. Face it, driveway o'doom is the epitome of hinkiness. Something about it just isn't quite right. If driveway o'doom was a person, it would be named hoochimabob, it's that hinky.
Hmmm...ok, chick who passed me doing, like, 250 mph this morning...on ice...is not only an idiot, but a hinky one at that because, face it, where the hell in Nebraska do you have to get to so damned fast anyway? It's not like there's a rush hour here or anything. And it was, gee, around 7:10 a.m. Hell I remember trying to go to or from work downtown from or to my parentals' pad off of Lookout Mountain Drive in Los Angeles. THAT trek took me over a freakin' hour because of gridlock - but speed demons in Nebraska???? Hinky.
Hmmmmm...ooookay the dog our neighbor dubbed "antichrist" is vaguely hinky, but she doesn't really qualify for true hink because she just likes to bark. That makes her more noisy than hinky. Now Leela or Lila, the scum barking rat dog down the hill...is HINK extreme. She is cute, but looks like a bleached brillo pad that accidentally got stuck in an electric socket BEFORE growing legs and a tail. She gives rise to this irresistible urge to PUNT something and I don't mean a football...hell, now I'm sounding hinky, eh? :)
One last shot...oh, oh...I have it...yesssssir. String cheese is hinky. Why would anyone call any cheese "stringy" to begin with? That's bizarre. Second: why would you want to eat something you know might be stringy and gets stuck in your throat like spinach leaves and makes you gag. Plech. Hinky.
I am done with exploration of the concept of hinkiness, hinky and hink....ya think? Ha. There, I made a...never mind.
