Winner gets the Inker, the official Style Invitational trophy. Second place receives a two-foot-long green-and-white Gummi Snake, which should be edible, if a bit stale by now. Donated by Melissa Yorks.
Other runners-up win their choice of a coveted Style Invitational Loser T-shirt or yearned-for Loser Mug. Honorable mentions get a lusted-after Loser magnet. First Offenders get a smelly tree-shaped air “freshener” (FirStink for their first ink). E-mail entries to email@example.com or fax to 202-334-4312. Deadline is Monday, Oct. 17; results published Nov. 6 (Nov. 4 online). No more than 25 entries per entrant per week. Include “Week 940” in your e-mail subject line or it may be ignored as spam. Include your real name, postal address and phone number with your entry. See contest rules and guidelines at washingtonpost.com/styleinvitational. The revised title for next week’s results and this week’s honorable-mentions subhead are by Kevin Dopart.
Report from Week 936
in which we asked for neologisms based on foreign terms: Each entry below contains a link to the original word or phrase.
The winner of the Inker
Cogito ergo bum: Sudden realization of graduating philosophy majors. (Greg Deye, Kensington, a First Offender)
Winner of the Slap Ya Mama Cajun seasoning:
Altar ego: “I do, and so does she.” (Jim Reagan, Herndon, Va.)
Après moi le deluxe: My wife’s run off with a millionaire. (Barrie Collins, Long Sault, Ontario)
Bon voltage: What you wish a homeowner as the sky grows dark and the wind whips up. (Robert Schechter, Dix Hills, N.Y.)
Crème de les crumbs: Honorable mentions
Ave. Maria: It’s around the corner from Church St. (Matt Monitto, Elon, N.C.)
La Belly Époque: 21st-century America. (Gary Crockett, Chevy Chase, Md.)
Avant-garden: The flowers are lovely, but I’m not sure about the urinal in the middle of the rhododendrons. (Laurie Brink, Cleveland, Mo.)
Schlitzkrieg: Pregame rush at the convenience store. (Michael Greene, Alexandria, Va.)
’Fro pas: A perm disaster. (Elise Jacobs, Silver Spring, Md.)
Meat culpa: Confessions of a lapsed vegetarian. (John Shea, Philadelphia)
Fin de sickle: When the hammer fell on the Berlin Wall. (Pam Sweeney, Burlington, Mass.)
Fit accompli: When the screaming 2-year-old finally gets the cookie. (Jo Ann Staebler, Manassas, Va., a First Offender)
Domino’s vobiscum: Pizza be with you. (Mel Loftus, Alexandria, Va.)