Journal of Occasional Nonsensicality

by Acryliks

Fronk

“What the fronk was that!?”

I glanced down at my friend, not paying attention to whatever had drawn her interest.

“What did you just say?” I asked her, stepping over a hole in the sidewalk.

“Something just rushed past! It was green!” Vinyl shot her gaze to her left.

“Could have been... anyway, what did you say again?”

“I asked what that was.”

“No, what exactly did you say?”

“I said... what the fronk was that...?” Vinyl stopped walking and turned to me.

“...fronk?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Yeah, fronk.”

“What, uh... why did you say that?”

“Why, uh... why’s it such a big deal?”

“It isn’t, I’m just curious as to why you would replace your usual lingo with a word like that.”

“What, you mean ‘fuck?’”

“...yeah, that one.”

“I don’t know, I heard one of my friends say it last week, and I guess I just... thought it was funny.”

“Really? So you... actually, you know what? I am not even surprised.”

“Good, you shouldn’t be, at this point.”

“So is this an attempt to lessen your swearing at all?”

“Pfft, nah, I just think that it’s a funny word. Fronk.”

“I... yeah, sure. It’s hilarious.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, man.”

Author's Note:

Ah yes.

Thank you for reading.