Bearded clam. Pink taco. Two of my favorites.

“Tuna pita” is the nome de jour around north Texas these days…

Or simply: “box”

When talking to Belinda, that’s what we call it. The Box.

Just an OT thought, now that you’re a SAHD: why not open up comments on dooce​.com again, and pay the extra bandwidth charges with all that extra ad income? You know dooce’s traffic would go through the roof.

A favorite around my household is “friendly bush.”

Synonym from another online dictionary “Ebonics Primer”…

“Stay away from dat ho, she be running some dam “ARBY’S.”

Translation: “You don’t want to date her, her vagina is rather slack from over-use.”

I feel that there is a liability factor that needs to be addressed in the whole blurbomat and/or dooce commenting system. Case in point: I’m at work innocently browsing (well as innocently as I could seeing as how I was at work) the blurbomat comments on the latest posting. Having just flown past dooce’s entry, and Blurb’s complimentary post, the amusement meter is already pegged higher than it has any right to be while I’m at work. Then I see that Bucky had made a comment. It is at this point that I should have taken the time to swallow the bite of Hostess cupcake that I had been munching on while I was doing the aforementioned innocent browsing. Foolishly, I did not heed my inner voice, and proceeded to read Bucky’s comment, thus pushing the amusement meter into the red, which resulted in the forcible ejection of a large chunk of the previously referenced cupcake. Since the cupcake was both well masticated and dry (oh so dry) it is now enjoying its new home inside my keyboard… alongside some of the water I attempted to swallow to help abate the choking.

I realize that the comments (and resulting damage claims) are the responsibility of the poster, but I do think that a click-through disclaimer of liability for any resulting property damage (BEFORE the comment page loads) is surely in order.

Thank you for your time.

There’s a wrestler whose nickname is “The Game”, at one point he was coming to the ring with his girlfriend and a reviewer wrote “here comes The Game and the box he came in”

P.S. — I’d love to see comments open up at dooce​.com So often there’s a story or a pic I want to comment on, but alas.…I’m too lazy to email.

meat wallet? garage? lobster pot? never heard any of those before but a particularly vulgar friend just calls it a gash.

I guess they don’t have BOB&TOM [http://​www​.bobandtom​.com] in Utah? It’s a morning radio show — and one of their “characters” is an old guy named Ernie Furgler. He runs a hardware store — yadda yadda yadda — and one of the bits they do is when Furgler’s Hardware decides to have Free Hamburger Fridays. His employees come up with a great name for the hamburger … they call it the … FurBurger.

OMG!! tooooo funny, love muffin, snatch, love tunnel, velvet sleave, fuzzy peach, hole, or as my favorite neice discovered, “Auntie Lola, there’s a hole in my who-who!!!” what would it be for a boy a hoho or hehe?

Around here she’s Mrs. Delicious, Mrs. D for short…

And a trip to the OB/GYN is a visit to the ‘Box Dr.’