Chimpanzee.
Zebra.
Chimpanzebra.
What you get when you cross a bored zookeeper with a mad scientist.
Zoology.
Logistics.
Zoologistics.
Other animals you might get:
Flamingo. Goat. Flamingoat.
Porcupine. Rhinoceros. Porcupinoceros.
Manatee. T-Rex. Manatee-Rex.
Plus any that you can come up with.
Animalistic.
Listing.
Animalisting.
Showing posts with label dinosaur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dinosaur. Show all posts
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Breakfastidious
Breakfast.
Fastidious.
Breakfastidious.
Being very particular about the most important meal of the day.
Omelet.
Meticulous.
Omeleticulous.
And since breakfast comes before lunch, we now have verification that the eggs came before the chicken.
Which makes sense, because dinosaurs were laying eggs long before chickens even evolved.*
Philosophizing.
Zinger.
Philosophizinger.
* Unless you rephrase the chicken/egg conundrum in terms of "Which came first, the chicken or the CHICKEN-egg?" in which case all you have to do is define whether a chicken-egg is an egg that a chicken comes out of OR an egg that comes out of a chicken, because while usually they are one and the same, there had to be at least one generation between dinosaur and chicken where that relevant answer lies.
(I still vote egg.)
Missing Link.
Inkling.
Missing Linkling.
(See also Poultriceratops.)
Fastidious.
Breakfastidious.
Being very particular about the most important meal of the day.
Omelet.
Meticulous.
Omeleticulous.
And since breakfast comes before lunch, we now have verification that the eggs came before the chicken.
Which makes sense, because dinosaurs were laying eggs long before chickens even evolved.*
Philosophizing.
Zinger.
Philosophizinger.
* Unless you rephrase the chicken/egg conundrum in terms of "Which came first, the chicken or the CHICKEN-egg?" in which case all you have to do is define whether a chicken-egg is an egg that a chicken comes out of OR an egg that comes out of a chicken, because while usually they are one and the same, there had to be at least one generation between dinosaur and chicken where that relevant answer lies.
(I still vote egg.)
Missing Link.
Inkling.
Missing Linkling.
(See also Poultriceratops.)
Friday, March 6, 2009
Poultriceratops
Poultry.
Triceratops.
Poultriceratops.
Even dinosaur tastes like chicken.
Tasty.
Stegosaurus.
Tastegosaurus.
And chicken didn't even exist back then. But cavemen knew.
Flavor.
Voracious.
Flavoracious.
You know, cavemen who co-existed with dinosaurs, like you see in animated documentaries and the Bible.
Flintstone.
Honesty.
Flintstonesty.
But they weren't loving pets, like Fred and Wilma would have you believe.
Domestic.
Ticked Off.
Domesticked Off.
They were enemies, like humans and chickens are today.
Hatred.
Edible.
Hatredible.
What I'm saying is, cavemen put dinosaurs in cages, tortured them, harvested their unborn young for omelettes, and the ones that grew up would get eaten out of buckets they got from the local KFD on the way home.*
Become.
Omelette.
Becomelette.
* In their car that runs on the power of the driver's feet. The Flinstones got that part right.
Which means despite the horribly unethical treatment of animals that they share with modern days, at least their technologies were running a lot greener than ours.
Retort.
Torture.
Retorture.
Triceratops.
Poultriceratops.
Even dinosaur tastes like chicken.
Tasty.
Stegosaurus.
Tastegosaurus.
And chicken didn't even exist back then. But cavemen knew.
Flavor.
Voracious.
Flavoracious.
You know, cavemen who co-existed with dinosaurs, like you see in animated documentaries and the Bible.
Flintstone.
Honesty.
Flintstonesty.
But they weren't loving pets, like Fred and Wilma would have you believe.
Domestic.
Ticked Off.
Domesticked Off.
They were enemies, like humans and chickens are today.
Hatred.
Edible.
Hatredible.
What I'm saying is, cavemen put dinosaurs in cages, tortured them, harvested their unborn young for omelettes, and the ones that grew up would get eaten out of buckets they got from the local KFD on the way home.*
Become.
Omelette.
Becomelette.
* In their car that runs on the power of the driver's feet. The Flinstones got that part right.
Which means despite the horribly unethical treatment of animals that they share with modern days, at least their technologies were running a lot greener than ours.
Retort.
Torture.
Retorture.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Meteeyore
Meteor.
Eeyore.
Meteeyore.
A fiery, pitiful donkey plummeting through the Earth's atmosphere from space, with its nailed-on tail half falling off.
An ass with a half-assed ass.
Half-Assed.
Asteroid.
Half-Assteroid.
One of these may have depressed the dinosaurs to death.
Dinosaur.
Sorrow.
Dinosorrow.
Eeyore.
Meteeyore.
A fiery, pitiful donkey plummeting through the Earth's atmosphere from space, with its nailed-on tail half falling off.
An ass with a half-assed ass.
Half-Assed.
Asteroid.
Half-Assteroid.
One of these may have depressed the dinosaurs to death.
Dinosaur.
Sorrow.
Dinosorrow.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Tetriceratops
Tetris.
Triceratops.
Tetriceratops.
The real reason the dinosaurs disappeared:
they were all stacked exactly right for the winning piece to clear them all.
(The winning piece may or may not have been a meteor.)
Past.
Asteroid.
Pasteroid.
Triceratops.
Tetriceratops.
The real reason the dinosaurs disappeared:
they were all stacked exactly right for the winning piece to clear them all.
(The winning piece may or may not have been a meteor.)
Past.
Asteroid.
Pasteroid.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Leprechaunches
Leprechaun.
Haunches.
Leprechaunches.
What he sits back on, before springing into action to prevent you from stealing his* secret pot of gold.
Treasure.
Surreptitious.
Treasurreptitious.
* Is it sexist to say "he" to refer to a leprechaun whose gender is unknown?
What about the fact that I've never seen a female leprechaun?
Do female leprechauns exist?
I mean, do they exist even less than male leprechauns do?
Sexist.
Existence.
Sexistence.
What about a unicorn with two corns? (A bicorn?)
Is that even more fictitious than just a plain old, boring unicorn?
What about one with three horns?
(I know, that's a triceratops.)
Rhino.
Dinosaur.
Rhinosaur.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't try to steal gold from a female triceratops.
And if only male leprechauns do exist, it makes sense why they'd be down with rainbows.
(Stereotype alert!
Are they gay because of the rainbow, or Jewish because of the gold?
Answer: they got so drunk that they forgot what stereotypes to fulfill, because they're Irish.)
Stereotype.
Typology.
Stereotypology.
(That can also read as "stereotype apology.")
Haunches.
Leprechaunches.
What he sits back on, before springing into action to prevent you from stealing his* secret pot of gold.
Treasure.
Surreptitious.
Treasurreptitious.
* Is it sexist to say "he" to refer to a leprechaun whose gender is unknown?
What about the fact that I've never seen a female leprechaun?
Do female leprechauns exist?
I mean, do they exist even less than male leprechauns do?
Sexist.
Existence.
Sexistence.
What about a unicorn with two corns? (A bicorn?)
Is that even more fictitious than just a plain old, boring unicorn?
What about one with three horns?
(I know, that's a triceratops.)
Rhino.
Dinosaur.
Rhinosaur.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't try to steal gold from a female triceratops.
And if only male leprechauns do exist, it makes sense why they'd be down with rainbows.
(Stereotype alert!
Are they gay because of the rainbow, or Jewish because of the gold?
Answer: they got so drunk that they forgot what stereotypes to fulfill, because they're Irish.)
Stereotype.
Typology.
Stereotypology.
(That can also read as "stereotype apology.")
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Miscellaneousted
Miscellaneous.
Ousted.
Miscellaneousted.
Assorted ideas that (almost) became aborted ideas:
Inepter. Pterodactyl. Inepterodactyl.
A flying dinosaur that can't even go extinct right.
Smell. Elephant. Smellephant.
An odor that you never forget.
Lasagna. Gnarly. Lasagnarly.
Bad Italian food.
Jihad. Hades. Jihades.
A comedian who bombs with 72 afterlife virgin jokes.
Alphabet. Abetting. Alphabetting.
Helping someone learn to read on the down low.
Tornado. Adorable. Tornadorable.
A cute but deadly whirlwind.
Balding. Dingo. Baldingo.
A balding dingo.
See?
Interactivity. Vitality. Interactivitality.
If you have any words you're interested in seeing combined in this blog, feel free to communicate your desires.
Ousted.
Miscellaneousted.
Assorted ideas that (almost) became aborted ideas:
Inepter. Pterodactyl. Inepterodactyl.
A flying dinosaur that can't even go extinct right.
Smell. Elephant. Smellephant.
An odor that you never forget.
Lasagna. Gnarly. Lasagnarly.
Bad Italian food.
Jihad. Hades. Jihades.
A comedian who bombs with 72 afterlife virgin jokes.
Alphabet. Abetting. Alphabetting.
Helping someone learn to read on the down low.
Tornado. Adorable. Tornadorable.
A cute but deadly whirlwind.
Balding. Dingo. Baldingo.
A balding dingo.
See?
Interactivity. Vitality. Interactivitality.
If you have any words you're interested in seeing combined in this blog, feel free to communicate your desires.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Godzillionaire
Godzilla.
Zillionaire.
Godzillionaire.
This is the name I chose for this blog.
Because all of the other names were taken. All of them.
Sorry, I got the last one. Internet's full.
Someone already thought of "The Best Blog." (I don't think they're correct.)
Someone already thought of "Wordjones." (Like a wordsmith, but slightly less popular.)
Someone already thought of "Temporarium." (It was me, and I dismissed it.)
So, Godzillionaire it is.
It's a word I made up to describe a rich person from Japan.
Or if a dinosaur that made a lot of money.
Or a demonstration of how wealthy God would be. If God were a dinosaur.
(God. Dinosaur. Godinosaur?
Looks too much like "Go, dinosaur!"
Which isn't a bad message either.)
I knew Godzillionaire was the right answer, when I got the computerized word verification question to make sure that I wasn't a computer trying to start a blog.
(You're trying to make sure that I'M not a computer, computer?
Talk about the 'bot and the kettle.)
But seriously, back to hilarious--the word I had to type, to verify that I, a human, wanted to start this blog called Godzillionaire, was "Mothra."
(Okay, computer. Maybe you DO have a soul.)
After that, everything fell into place. I chose the "Son of Moto" template (sounds like another monster movie) and off we went.
Zillionaire.
Godzillionaire.
This is the name I chose for this blog.
Because all of the other names were taken. All of them.
Sorry, I got the last one. Internet's full.
Someone already thought of "The Best Blog." (I don't think they're correct.)
Someone already thought of "Wordjones." (Like a wordsmith, but slightly less popular.)
Someone already thought of "Temporarium." (It was me, and I dismissed it.)
So, Godzillionaire it is.
It's a word I made up to describe a rich person from Japan.
Or if a dinosaur that made a lot of money.
Or a demonstration of how wealthy God would be. If God were a dinosaur.
(God. Dinosaur. Godinosaur?
Looks too much like "Go, dinosaur!"
Which isn't a bad message either.)
I knew Godzillionaire was the right answer, when I got the computerized word verification question to make sure that I wasn't a computer trying to start a blog.
(You're trying to make sure that I'M not a computer, computer?
Talk about the 'bot and the kettle.)
But seriously, back to hilarious--the word I had to type, to verify that I, a human, wanted to start this blog called Godzillionaire, was "Mothra."
(Okay, computer. Maybe you DO have a soul.)
After that, everything fell into place. I chose the "Son of Moto" template (sounds like another monster movie) and off we went.
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