The Bogosity Factor

I toiled through the night with Martian packets, bogons. The quanta of bogosity were driving me cray cray. My job depended on eliminating these bogons. The bogosity meter kept rising as did my anxiety.

Jordan burst into my office at 8 a.m. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Define ‘this,’” I snarled, not glancing at him. I kept plugging away at this tangled web of bogons.

“This, this, this idiocity, dumbassity, dubiosity!” Spit hit me on the forehead.

“For real?” I looked him in the eyes. “Did you forget unveracity?Perfidy? Mendacity? Come on, Jordan! Bring out the Thesaurus!

“Morgan, what in blazes is going on?” He sat before me, some kind of concerned look on that face.

“We don’t want the Martians taking over. I’m trying to figure out how and why they got in. If I’m left alone for just a little while longer, I may be able to figure this out.”

“Martians? Are we under attack from aliens? I didn’t see any news about that on CNN this morning.”

Quick as that, dumbassity, and unveracity are in the running with bogosity for my favorite word of the day.


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