WLOFN = FLOWN
SOMEO = MOOSE
SPOINH = SIPHON
TRUBLE = BUTLER
HER DINNER PARTY WAS SUFFERING FROM A – – –
FLO MOS SPHO BTER = HOST OF PROBLEMS
Good Morning, Everyone! 🥩WINNER WINNER?…NOT THIS DINNER..🥩
🎶 IT’S MY PARTY, and I’ll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to…You would CRY TOO IF IT HAPPENED TO YOU…🎶 It’s My Party” – Leslie Gore 1963
🥩 A dinner party can be fun…as long as things go right,
A problem here or there and it’s all FLOWN out of sight…
Like most of us who’ve never had a BUTLER to take over,
The bottom can fall out of things..like meat eaten by Rover!
You feel like in a SIPHON, your patience flowing out,
Complaints arising as you feel that you may start to shout…
You try to keep composure, you want to keep it loose,
But faced with all these problems is like dealing with a MOOSE!
The oil’s not agreeing, besides these other whims…
You can be sure I’m done with this…no more HOST OF PROBLEMS! 🥩
Ok, so here’s my question…Just how many new words did David’s friend come up with, anyway? Who knew? Today, he’s SERVED up BUTLER, and I’ll tell you right now, it had one of the Early Birds looking for some help. Our other words…Sweet Repeats, with SIPHON going way back to 05/09/2011, and MOOSE having last roamed around as recently as 12/01/18. Which leaves us with FLOWN. 07/30/15, and 02/18/17…and both times appearing as WOLFN. And with this SALT being said…Let’s see what’s on the MENU for today…
Finding ourselves seated along with a man and two women in the dining room of a poor HOSTess with the Grossest, we MEAT HARRIEDette, a somewhat DISHeveled woman, trying to HOST a dinner party. And what can go wrong, does. Some might say choosing to do Fondue was her first miSTEAK, but who are we to judge, right? Actually her first miSTEAK was leaving meat unattended with a dog around. I mean let’s be honest here…you just can’t igGNAW the fact that there’s an animal on the loose while you’re trying to prepare a meal. Anything’s PAWSible. It’s a RECIPE for disaster if I ever saw one! And beSIDES having the main ingredient gone, she seems to find herself being SERVED some pretty strong WHINE. Who’s allergic to the oil, who’s husband took a POWDER, and who can’t see the light...EGGScuse me! Talk about being in La La LAMB…Where’d this crew come from? Does HARRIEDette even know them WELL? Did she GRILL them at all before inviting them into her home? Anyway, bottom line? This party has a HOST OF PROBLEMS! GOUDA one, David! You always SERVE us well!
Ok, eye candy. The panel is totally shaded in a light green. I thought it might be BLEU. At right, off to the rear, we see Rover in the kitchen, the scene of the PRIME. At LEASH he looks somewhat contrite, standing there with his tongue hanging out. He’s brown. I have no idea what breed he is though..maybe a HOLY TERRIER...Or a MELON Collie? On the counter behind him a can is seen, lying on its side. The missing Sterno, dog food? Or Juice? I CAN‘t CONCENTRATE. Maybe just some random deBRIE? Sorry, but I CAN’t really tell. The table is devoid of any color except for the red Fondue pot. But I have a BEEF with a few things…The table’s set for 6. Even counting the NACHO interested husband, we’re still short one person, right? Someone we’ve yet to MEAT? And why are there 2 Fondue forks at each of the 2 plates at front, and none anywhere else? Hmm..This raises the STEAKS a BIT, don’t you think? Somewhat of a mystery. And I wish I could explain it FETA, but my TENDERIZE are starting to BURN, so I’m going to CHUCK the rest of this and get some rest. But not before I mention the single strip of MEAT left on that plate in HARRIEDette’s hands…That’s what I’m CHEWsing as my eye candy. So, There you have it, Folks..Done! Have a great day, Everyone…And remember..STEAK is like a good pun…A RARE MEDIUM…WELL DONE! And I bid you a FONDUE!