A Fribbolous Post If Ever There Was One

I know what you’re thinking.

Enough with the dizzy blonde jokes. I'm smart enough to profreed my own typping.

Enough with the dizzy blonde jokes. I’m smart enough to profreed my own typping.

And it better not be that I’ve not my marbles and my typing skills.

You’re thinking, “Lorna is making up words again, that clever wordsmitherizer!”

Where do you think I got these guns? Wordsmitherizing is tough work, Honey.

Where do you think I got these guns? Wordsmitherizing is tough work, Honey.

But I’m not making it up. Well, I did make up “wordsmitherizer,” but “fribble” is a real word. And it’s a versatile one, too. It can be beaten into submission and used as a noun, verb or an adjective. I think it’s my new favorite word.

**The noun form (least popular usage–I know because I sitting here feeling like a complete fribbler as I waste precious time trying to come up with a witty sentence to demonstrate the word): Oh, shizzle. Forget it.

**The verb form: “He fribbled away one job opportunity after the next by showing up for each interview in dressed as a zombie.”

Dude, I don't get it. I got it going on! The suit. The tie. Even the kickin' name badge. Yeah, my shirt isn't tucked, but, yo, what's the big deal? Chill out.

Dude, I don’t get it. I got it going on! The suit. The tie. Even the kickin’ name badge. Yeah, my shirt isn’t tucked, but, yo, what’s the big deal? Chill out.

**The adjective form: “It was, admittedly, a fribbolous gesture, but she couldn’t resist purchasing the outfit even though she was behind on her rent. Hey, it was her first date and she wanted to make an impression.”

Let me explain. I wanted him to see me. Really see me.

Let me explain. I wanted him to see me. Really see me.

If you are smarterific like me, you probably deducified that “fribble” is another word for “frivolous” or “foolish.”

Won’t your friends and family feel like fribbles when you start behaving fribbolously (I just used it as an adverb–score one for me!), tell them that’s exactly what you’re doing, and they have no clue what you’re talking about?

I love it when I can interjectify new real words into the lives of unsuspecting people, don’t you?

Kind of like I just did to you...booya!

Kind of like I just did to you…booya!

~ by Lorna's Voice on November 8, 2013.

17 Responses to “A Fribbolous Post If Ever There Was One”

  1. That red should be patented, immediately! 🙂

  2. They wouldn’t dare!

  3. I’m happy to have another satisfactificated reader! 🙂

  4. I live to serve, Peter! 🙂

  5. Just saying “farkleberry” brings a smile to my face! 🙂

  6. I was turning an uncomfortable shade of thermoresentfuleous red after reading your comment, then decided that you are quite right. It’s all fribble-frabble in the end. 😉

  7. Such a fun word. I love scanning the dictionary for words like this, that appeal to the ears. One I found that I love, mostly for the sound of it, is “farkleberry.” Wrote a poem around them. They are actually berries, a tree that grows in the South. And it’s a glorious expression for when I drive the golf ball into the water…like I did yesterday. I need to remember it instead of the one that immediately comes to mind. This gives me an idea for a post!

  8. There you go. Enjoy reading another of your amusing posts, which always bring a smile to my face and learn a new word at the same time: what could be better !

  9. P.S. Let’s see the keyboard gremlins mess with those words!

  10. So I see you’ve added yet another big word in your perplexicon. It is with humbitiousness that I express my appreicnicity. Consider yourself thanktified!

  11. Seems a bit like fribble-frabble to me. Aren’t you perhaps confusing that with globiferous pedicellariae from Stron-gylocentrotus puwuratus? Or is that too poisonal a remark? 🙂

  12. No need to apologize. You used the word properly and your comment did not snack of any fribbolity! Well done, Sir! 🙂

  13. Oh my what a load of fribbolous fribble. sorry Lorna the best I could come up with…. I do love your words. 😉

  14. Oh gosh, I hope my mother had better taste than that! She had “relations” with only one man. And he was an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job, but was a likable guy. Wait. Shizzle. I’m worried now. Oh. It’s fine. My dad was taller and much more handsome than Bush Sr. Whew!

  15. Then my job here is done…for now! 😉

  16. Today you’ve helped spark a sleeping gray cell in my brain. 🙂

  17. Not sure what it says on your birth certificate. Are you Bush’s love child by another name?

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