Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Quaff
QUAFF, v. Emptying the "sparkling wine" down your throat. When it's only whiskey it's called swallowing.
2008 Update: To drink regally, as one does with wine, not as you do. To consume in the third person.
QUAFFv. As every school kid knows, a quaff is the cross between a cough and a laugh. This only happens at lunch and the result is usually milk squirting out one's nose. Good stuff as long as it is not happening to you.
so it looks like the troops have been enjoying the "sparkling wine" too much to key a few words...guess a few slugs of the good stuff can leave some speechless..........Peace
Congratulations to both today. Heady stuff (though perhaps not so heady as "coif").
ReplyDeleteLOL. You are first weirsdo only because Doug distracted me. That dog.
ReplyDeleteQuaff is such a silly-sounding word. I guzzle.
QUAFF, v. Chugging with a lisp. Except as a plebe in the fraternity, where a lisp would get you tasked to another handle.
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ReplyDeleteAs every school kid knows, a quaff is the cross between a cough and a laugh. This only happens at lunch and the result is usually milk squirting out one's nose. Good stuff as long as it is not happening to you.
I like a quaff now and then. If by quaff you mean tossing back a two-four.
ReplyDeleteDamn(the regal),line them shots up,know its noon somewhere...only way to consume them TalkingHeads.....Peace,just a slug away :-)
ReplyDeleteso it looks like the troops have been enjoying the "sparkling wine" too much to key a few words...guess a few slugs of the good stuff can leave some speechless..........Peace
ReplyDeleteQuaff, to possess without tasting first.
ReplyDeleteLOL Quilly! All the things come out of our noses when we are teenagers...
Weirsdo, coif has an advantage, though I don't know what.
ReplyDeleteTLP, I snort.
You're walking the line, Amoeba.
Ah, Quilly, but to the milk itself it means freedom!
Jenn, if I knew what a two-four was I betcha I'd mean that.
Prosperity, too, Bear. Yes, and others not so much.
Ariel, you speak like a wine connoisseur, whatever that is.
Now I can quaff a few and not worry about beer on my breath at work.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this word, it's so hard to explain to people what drinking with class really is. ;)
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