Lemuel passed me a note recently warning of a rotten scent accumulating in the area of the Bucket. His concerns have risen from the mere note through suggestions and up to real pleadings. Upon inspection I found the Bucket in need of dumping before matters get even worse. On the notion that a trouble shared is a trouble halved I am spilling the Bucket’s contents here. If it matters, I have taken away the Bucket’s thesaurus and I’m open to other suggestions.
Herewith, some random wonderings from the Bucket:
Would you call someone who gorges on ewe stew a mutton glutton?
Is someone who tries out all the bikes at Sturgis a chopper hopper?
Was Jefferson Davis trying to be a slaver saver?
If a member of the Legion of Doom quits writing code is (s)he a slacker hacker?
Is a wolf disguised as a horse a phony pony?
Might one consider a smelly chicken a foul fowl?
How many of us would call the smiles on like aged siblings twin’s grins?
Is the accumulated moisture around the eye of a castrated bull calf steer’s tears?
Can we refer to a farm newsletter warning of thorny herbaceous weeds as a thistle epistle?
Is a trapper of dam building rodents essentially a beaver deceiver?