G is for Geez, Jayne...Really??

Ahhhhhh, Saturday.  G-Day in the A-Z Challenge, or day 7 (sept en Francais, siete en Espanol,  saba for you Swahilians out there).   

One or two of today's words are a little more, shall we say, questionable than those on previous days. To be honest, this is probably a little more representative of our actual Achabulary.  So if you're impressionable, prudish, sensitive or easily offended, please click the little x in the upper right corner now. 

Last chance.
OK.  If you're still with me, here we go....
Geronimo!!!

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Gourmaybe

    [Gor-may-bee] 

Noun
1.  A person who believes that he/she is a great cook, but in 
reality, sucks at it.
Unaware of her reputation as a gourmaybe, Doug's mom insisted on cooking
 the family's entire Thanksgiving dinner on her car's engine block.

Geriatrick

    [Gery-at-rick] 

Adverb
1.  What an old whore does for a living.
After 70 years in the business, Glorna was better than ever at her favorite 
geriatrick; removing her teeth and giving a gum job.

Guacamoldy

    [gwak-a-mold-ee) 

Noun
1.  Avacado dip that tastes like it might be past its expiration
date

Sheila avoided all the dips at Doug's party since the last time, she got food
poisoning from the guacamoldy.


Gembarassment

    [jem-bare-ass-mint] 

Noun
1.  The depressing feeling of having a less than desirable 
diamond ring.

Sheila thought she'd die of gembarassment when she went to the country
club dinner sporting the tiny diamond ring Doug had given her for Valentines
Day.


Gurude

    [goo-rood] 

Noun
1.  Having great knowledge, wisdom, or authority, but being an
asshole at the same time.

If that gurude bastard from IT ignored his request one more time, Doug was sure
he was going to rip out the guy's internal 'hard drive'.

G-String Cheese*

    [G-string-chee-z] 

Noun
1.  The white pasty substance that accumulates in the nether
regions of exotic dancers.

Doug wasn't saying that the stripper had poor hygiene, but he noticed quite the

build up of g-string cheese goin on down there.
*This one's Roger's.  I refuse to take credit of any kind for it.  Drop me a note and I'll let you know where to send
 your hate mail....

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Tomorrow's Sunday.  The first official day off.  But come back tomorrow 

anyway.  There won't be any words, but there'll be a special version of 

Conversations on Friday - Sunday edition. 

Good Goobliness, y'all,

Ach