suint (n)
[pronounced soo-int or swint]
Grease from the wool of sheep, used in ointments.
"There was once a very intelligent sheep who lived in Mexico. The sheep grew tired of selling her suint to ointment manufacturers, and decided to learn how to churn butter and make buttermilk instead. She became an expert at this unusual talent (especially for a sheep), and decided she could make more money demonstrating it and selling her wares in the United States....One night, under cover of darkness, she slipped under a fence and across the border. The next day she teamed up with an entrepreneurial farmer. They set up a roadside stand to sell the sheep's butter and buttermilk. This drew immense crowds, not only of people who wanted to buy the sheep's products, but also of tourists who wanted to watch her making them. The traffic was heavy along the road, drivers were distracted by the sheep, and inevitably there was a terrible auto accident. The police investigation resulted in a citation and a heavy fine for the farmer -- for making an illegal ewe churn on a busy highway."
--Leahcim Setag, Strange Loops
Ewe!
(Suint, by the way, is one of the words that the late David Foster Wallace circled in his dictionary.)
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Backbroke Valley
A woman sits down next to a cowboy in a saloon. She says, "Are you...a REAL cowboy?"
He replies: "Well, Ma'am, I brand calves, rope steers, mend fence, ride the range...think about cows a lot of the time...yep...reckon I'm a 'real' cowboy."
She says, "I'm a lesbian. I think about women all day, all evening, all the time...I think about making love with women."
They sat there sipping their beers. Then, a man walked in and sat on the other side of the cowboy.
He asks the cowboy, "Are you a REAL cowboy?"
The cowboy responds, "Well, I thought I was...but I just found out that I'm really a lesbian."
He replies: "Well, Ma'am, I brand calves, rope steers, mend fence, ride the range...think about cows a lot of the time...yep...reckon I'm a 'real' cowboy."
She says, "I'm a lesbian. I think about women all day, all evening, all the time...I think about making love with women."
They sat there sipping their beers. Then, a man walked in and sat on the other side of the cowboy.
He asks the cowboy, "Are you a REAL cowboy?"
The cowboy responds, "Well, I thought I was...but I just found out that I'm really a lesbian."
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