Originally published at: http://boingboing.net/2017/04/05/snarge.html
All language is just a bunch of made-up sounds, any duppash can glorm that.
I’ve got this:
There once was a pilot named Scully
And his jet, oh boy did he sully,
Three geese caused a snarge,
So so very large,
That the Hudson then washed away fully.
“I’m so disappointed! I come to Boing Boing for wonderful things, and all I see is this snarge1.”
1. Am I doing this right?
envisioning snarge over coffee was not how i expected to start my day.
done!
I was driving on I-476 (before it was even called that) north of Philadelphia in the summer of 1990. A bird swooped down across the road. They seem to do that, as if their other bird friends dare them to. This bird did not complete the dare successfully and I hit it so hard that is was sliced into neat sections in the grill in the front of the car and I somehow had blood all over the car even on the back. I had to pick the bird slices out of the grill with a stick.
Can I call the remains of this bird and the blood it splattered, snarge? I was going pretty fast, “flying” down the road, but I was not airborne, though the bird was, until it suddenly wasn’t.
(an event so memorable that I tell it to this day, sorry)
walking out of a bathroom stall:
“Sorry, dude. I snarged all over that commode, better wait for the next one”
I would:
Three geese left snarge
sounds pretty snargy to me
You can use a little FOOF to get rid of the snarge.
…And everything else within a few meters =x .
Well, yes. FOOF is very… effective.
I don’t see what the big deal is here, “snarge” is a perfectly cromulent word.
Ive seen this at the railway station on the front of ICE bullet trains. Is it also called snarge on trains or is that word exclusive to aeronautics?
Bannen was snarge after the joint chiefs of staff on the NSC had their way.
(I can dream.)
Said a bold engineer named Defarge,
“There is nothing I can’t supercharge!
While most blenders today
Can be dialed to ‘purée’,
My new one goes right up to ‘snarge’.”
But what if he took a duck in the face at 250 knots? What’s the word for that?
It’s a perfectly cromulent word.
Fabioed? No, that was a goose, too. Guess I’ve got geese on my mind today.