Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Froopert's Synonym Fiesta

Many years ago, Frooples and I decided to make a list of all the words for "Butt" since there was a radio DJ whose last name was "Butts". The plan was to call him and read a list of what his last name could have been.

Thus, welcome to my first installment of "Froopert's Synonym Fiesta" where I will type synonyms for a certain word and of course, you may add to my list. This is of vital importance as it will no doubt be useful in for future generations.

Today's word: "Butt"

Bottom
Bumper
Backside
Tuchus
Derriere
Romp
Bamsie (Trini)
Bumsie (Trini)
Bam Bam (Trini)
Bum Bum (Trini)
Arse
A$$
Rear
Rear End
Tail
Hind
Hindquarters
Shank
Behind- Submitted by Earl
o-shiri (Japanese)
bum (British, I think?)
soft-serve ice cream dispenser? (How about that? my invention:P)
pelvis/seat cushion? (provided that you have a rounded but and not a FLAT one)
exit? (I'm racking my brains here)
The bottom of the bottomless pit (somehow I feel I'm talking about the wrong area.)

I'll stop.
Frooples


I can't think of anymore. Help me out Ratnesh, you look like you know a lot of words for A$$ seeing as you are one.


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8 comments:

Earl said...

I like this here post. I'z thinks its real educashunal-like. keep up that good wurk thur Froopert.

Lind yous kin come pic up the teeths now. Theys dun.

Anonymous said...

HELLO DIS IS RATNESH MUDDER. AH WANT TO TEL ABI TANKS FOR TELING MIH WAT DAT GOOD FUH NUTTIN BWOY UP TO. BWOY, WEN AH FINE OUT RATNESH DOH BE GOIN TUH SKOOL BUT WOKKIN MAXI, I PEEL HE TAIL. DOH WORRY GYULS HE EH GO BE BODDARIN ALYUH NO MORE. AN TO BESIDES I READ WAT HE DA BE RITING HERE AN AH BUSS HE MOUT. HE WAN TUH WOK, SO I LEHING HIM WOK. HE GWAN HELP HE FADDA IN D RICE LAN FROM TOMORO.

Kadhine said...

I remember playing games like this too when I was young. My cousins and I used to be rolling with laughter, esp. if we invented some new names.

Mrs. Toteelalsingh (Ratnesh' mum):

I'm so happy you instilled some disipline into that boy. He was a menace to this blog and no doubt, society at large.
I think working in the rice fields with his father is the ideal career for one such as he.
I applaud your fine mothering skills.

Earl:

Can you bring a bottle of moonshine when you're coming? I didnk swig that in a LOOOONNNG time...
Thanks!!

Frooples & Froopert said...

Froopert! I forget all about that game, I think I was better at it back then, I had a real hard time finding names and I had to make up some.

As you see from the comments on the last post, Ratnesh won't be harassing you anymore. His mother solved the problem.

I'm sure with the inevitable swollen eyes he'll have from crying and from the cuffs, he won't be able to see to type.
So you're safe - until the swelling goes down and his butt heals enough so he can sit in the internet cafe.

Earl :

Earl, thank you so much for your invitation, but I regret to inform you that I have to be de-loused on that day.

I've been putting it off for some times now, because the monkeys usually pinch my skin while picking up the lice, but it's becoming more and more difficult for me to function daily, and I really need to get it done.

Please send us some pictures of the party.

Kadhine:

Sorry, as you see, I have an important appointment. I hope you and your husband have many more fun filled and loving years ahead and many happy returns of the day. Please take a swig of moonshine for me and post pics!!! We all want to see!!

Frooples

lind.baba said...

Hello everyone,

Froopert, that post was very funny! I didn't understand Frooples' names though...

Earl, I will come for the teeth as soon as you are free. Do we meet at the "Brown Bayou's Distillery, liquor shop, crocodile fritters, and tackle shop, emporium"?

Let me know. I'll pay in cash of course.

Lind.

Earl's teeths makin said...

Hey Froopert, mabe yous kin add beehind to yur list thur.

Lind id like y'all tuh meet me at the reveren Billy Bob's tackle shop, diner and weddn chapel over on rusty pickup avenu.

Count Ruprecht said...

My precious lily in the savannah,

What sort of crude language are you using in public my sweet? You are the most elegant, well bred, aristocratic woman I know. I am deathly surprised to find my jewel speaking like a horse-thief and cattle rustler.

If you father, the Earl, heard your loathsome language, he will roll over in his crypt. Please my own, for your honour and dignity, cease this crude form of humour.

Noblewomen don't appear to advantage speaking about human anatomy to persons other than their ladies-in-waiting or husbands.

I see I need to find my pills as soon as possible and recover, so I can spirit you away from this foul dross that is mankind.

Yours undying,
Count Ruprecht

Frooples & Froopert said...

Hi Count,

I SERIOUSLY think you have me confused for someone else. How old are you? I am only 22. I DOUBT very much that I am the same woman you are talking about. I am definitely not noble and my father is no Earl.

As much I am tempted by your persistent offerings of undying love, I regret to inform you that you have the wrong girl. Is there anything you want to ask me to prove that I am not the one you pine for?

Froopert