Not Fit for Print

Well, Dave and I both entered the Style Invitational for the Natalie Portmanteau contest. This is where you take a name and combine it with another name or an object and define the result. An example that I submitted that won NOTHING: Elton John Kennedy: the first gay, Catholic president. Unfortunately, neither Dave nor I were "losers" this week (that is, we didn't win), but being the obsessive compulsive that those of you who know me know that I am, I checked out the Style Conversational, which is the blog for the contest where each week's contest is discussed in more detail. Lola and behold! My "not fit for print" entry got e-ink (enk?) Eminemeril is mine, folks! Should I be proud or ashamed? Too hard to find on the web unless your as OCD as myself, so I copied it here for your prurient perusal.

Risque Business

Well, really, it's hard to beat the "eat a peach" allusion in this week's runner-up. But it was an opaque allusion, not a direct reference, and hence entirely printable.

Not printable, on the other hand:

Jenna Jameson Irish Whiskey: You Won’t Believe How Easy It Goes Down. (Phil Battey, Alexandria)

Eminemeril: "Bitch don't like my cooking?! BAM! Right in the f-in' face!" (The entrant specified "not for print," so I don't know if she wanted to take credit for this one. If it's you, feel free to identify yourselves

Done. I am id'd.