About once a week, my mom would announce we are having mus-[t]-go for dinner! She said it with great enthusiasm and always deleted the
t sound. Every time, I truly believed it was something yummy. Obviously not a quick learner. Really every time?!
MUS-[T]-GO (used as a noun); - Everything in the fridge -
YUCK. I think she was trying to poison us with questionable leftovers. All three of us survived with very good immune systems courtesy of her failed attempts.
2 comments:
I like this idea. It's like a closeout sale. Everything seems better when it's gotta go!
I would be very scared.
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