Here are my answers to the words to define for Fibbing Friday, July 21, 2023:
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Fo-shizzle: The un-fo-tunate end to my housekeeper Yolanda’s first (and last) driving lesson—driving my car with me in the passenger seat.
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Crunk: Parking sound effect made during Yolanda’s first/last driving lesson. (Said car having been parked head-on against a brick wall at a very rapid speed.)
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Booyah: My response once we had exited the car and saw that the car had in fact been totaled!!!
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Gnarly: Sound of an epithet expressed through gritted teeth.
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Outtie: How one could describe my wall with a car (mine) jutting through it .
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Phat: Magnified one thousand times, the sound of a car hitting a brick wall.
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What’s Crackalackin? The sound of a shattered windshield as it releases and falls to the ground.
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Cowabunga: What I should have said instead of my actual statement as the car hit the wall.
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Ankle biters: A description of my teeth upon impact, before withdrawing them from where they’d come in contact with my lower leg.
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All that and a bag of chips. How I explained what was left of my wall after they’d removed the corpse of my car.
(No sympathy posts, please. This actually happened 3 years ago, so both the wall and I have recovered enough for me to laugh about it and be grateful neither of us was seriously injured, as you can see from the response above.)
That’s ok, Judy. When my brother was teaching his ex-wife how to drive, she actually drove THROUGH the wall into someone’s kitchen. He claims that all he said was, “I hadn’t realized you were that hungry!”
P.S. I don’t believe him.
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Haha! My brother did it with my dad’s car. There was sand in front of the wall and when he braked, the car skidded and went through the wall. The wall has a big hole but surprisingly the car was quite okay. It was an old Mazda 1969 model.
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This isn’t a sympathy note, but a note of praise and applause for how very clever you are and how much fun to read this. Perfect example of lemons/lemonade! Thanks for bringing all this daily creativity to my inbox.
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That’s the thing about being a writer, Judy. You can make use of any disaster to create a positive finale!!
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That’s the great thing about being a writer. Everything that happens ends up as a prompt.
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It’s easier to laugh when it’s three years later! 😂
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Yes. I was so relieved that I’d insisted we put on our seatbelts before she turned on the car that I wasn’t that upset. I was afraid I had a broken neck, though, and material from the seatbelt was embedded in my neck, but Pasiano drove me to the Red Cross and when I found it was just whiplash, I was thankful for how things turned out. And, I got cloth covers for all the seatbelts to avoid ever getting the burns and embedded fragments from them .again.
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Sheesh!
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LOL! When I was 5, I crashed my tricycle into a tree! I’ll never get on a tricycle again! :0(
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Cheer up. You probably wouldn’t fit anyway.
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Yikes!
Minor scratches on my car remind me about how I learned to drive.
And your replies to the fibs are just so spot on 🙂
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Glad you’re OK Judy. Thanks for joining in for a very apt FF this week!
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This should show why I understand your lack of need for sympathy: https://derrickjknight.com/2013/12/16/an-attachment-to-the-gates/
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I learned to drive in an empty Mall parking lot on a Sunday that was flat and empty of walls and other cars! Had you by any chance had a cocktail or two before that “Joy Ride”?
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