Necessity is the mother of invention.
Steve and I were on a bike path yesterday and came across a wafting chemical smell.
"See! That's it! It's those little purple flowers I've been telling you about. Aren't they terrible?"
"They smell..." I searched for the word,"...wronky."
The new word was my tongue's mash up of "wrong" and "funky" and it worked.
Also, from our walk: look carefully at the sign... fun. Clever. Head to the nearest hardware store.
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