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Week 680: Rendered Speechless
(Bob Staake for The Washington Post)
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Lefadalite: Where you toin to get to the Brooklyn Bridge. (Joe
Newman)
Lifelay: Spouse. (Ross Elliffe, Picton, New Zealand)
Navelfap: The sound made by two middle-aged bellies during lovemaking.
(Peter Metrinko)
Nippleface: What would be way too mean to call someone with bad acne.
(Tom Witte, Montgomery Village)
Palefake: Michael Jackson. (Elwood Fitzner)
Peaflamer: Evidence that schoolrooms are getting more and more dangerous. (Peter Metrinko)
Preflab: Food. (Elwood Fitzner)
Reflamingo: To put back your yard art after your snooty guests leave. (Russell Beland)
Shelfacade: Den decor featuring sets of impressive-looking books you've never read. (Pam Sweeney, Germantown)
Specula-fetish: Something that will likely limit your dating success. (Kevin Dopart)
Towelfare: Treating yourself to the hotel's linens. (Tom Witte)
Veranda-elf: The more refined cousin of the garden gnome. (Peter Metrinko)
Wife-language: What you'd understand if you really loved me. (Kevin Dopart)
Next Week: The News Gets Verse, or Scanning the Headlines


