I was really excited to buy a motorcycle before I found out all the grimmelcrappen that’s involved - buying and installing the right gear to deter theft is expensive and time-consuming!

When she was younger, Swanhilde had loved getting and giving Christmas presents. Now that she was older and lived far from her family, it was more of a perfunctory annoyance than anything else, so she had chosen to become a grumple and opt out.

You know what’s even more of a guiltgag than a Helen Keller joke? An Anne Frank joke.

It is often said that ideas that go undiscovered for a long time but resonate firmly once understood are the hardest to devise. Judged on this metric, the D20 ring must be considered a controbvious invention and therefore a sure sign of genius.

I’m full, but that cheesecake looks pretty appealing. I guess I’m still cravy.

It had been a long day, and Radoslav had hiked many miles. He was now sweatspent, and looked forward to a night of well-earned rest.

Damjana checked her watch, realizing it was nearly 1:00 PM. She’d been distracted by work and hadn’t thought of lunch at all. She still didn’t feel hungry, but she figured she should make her way to the kitchen anyway - and sure enough, on the way there she was hit by the gongers.

Antoon opened his mouth and then closed it again, unsure how to phrase his request. Yesterday, he and his roommate had split the cost of the pizza 50/50, so fairness dictated that each should get one of the two slices that now remained. Yet Antoon was hungry enough for both slices now, and the pizza would only be good for so long, and the roommate had just fixed himself a sandwich for lunch… it was clearly a moment of fridgadox.

When I was little, and riding in my parents' car, I had a variety of velucinations. My favorite was an acrobat who would leap and bound from street sign to telegraph pole, just keeping up with us.

Ever since Alessandro saw Nathan’s Battlestar Galactica t-shirt and they realized they were fan-kin, they’ve spent a lot more time together, bonding over their shared appreciation of the show.

The rain had stopped. With the clouds parted the sun seemed extra bright, its light reflected by a glistening world. Emil looked up at the tree in front of him, the blue sky peeking between the leaves overhead. A breeze rustled the branches, and droplets of reservain sparkled in the sun as they fell.

Amina felt that pineapple was such a perfect snagel for cottage cheese, she could scarcely have one without the other.

Ridley loved science fiction growing up, and had always wanted to travel in space as an astronaut. He knew he would never become one, and usually he could avoid thinking about it, but sometimes he’d look up at the night sky and be filled with a familiar perensanza for his lost destiny.

Hmm, I’m running out of ideas for urmandictionary - what can I use for deadline fodder? Wait, I know!

Michele liked people, but as an introvert she found she needed to set one day a week aside to be alone and solicharge.

Simon had always been fascinated by the workings of the mind - especially when it briefly failed. When perusing a course catalog for his school, he was momentarily very excited to see a course in derpetology - but disappointed when a second glance revealed it was actually herpetology. Reptiles just weren’t as interesting as smart people doing stupid things.

As the bag ripped open and Sofi’s groceries spilled out onto the parking lot, she resisted the urge to yell at the bagger who had been carrying it to her car. “You know,” she chomized, “you’ll have better luck with the heavy bags if you hold them from the bottom. That way the bag is less strained by the weight.”

Kiaran grimaced as the muted, distant beeping noise once again jolted him from the edge of slumber. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from, and it wasn’t frequent enough to track down, so it remained a crasper that kept him awake.

Odovacar was tired of reading alone in his room, so he brought his book out to the living room where his roommates were watching a movie. He nodded at them, sat down, and resumed reading. All he wanted was company, not conversation, so being semisocial was plenty fine by him.

Mette stared, her eyes full of fire. “I’m going to ask you again,” she said. “Did you scratch my car when you parked last night?"
Jeanne fidgeted, unable to hide the guilt on her face. “…No?” she negaffirmed.