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I'm supposed to illustrate this wonderous word in anyway possible. This word is amuzing, and so is this series of two jokes... well sorta.
(Setting: Minnesota NativeAmerican Reservation)
Kerfuffle, one of the last remaining natives, and little behind the times, made his monthly walk into town for a few goods. He stopped at a small diner, for the aroma entrapt him. He sat at the counter where he saw a man a few stools down holding an oddly shapped, plaid container. Kerfuffle, razzled by the object, asked the waitress what the man had, and what it was for. The woman replied, "It's a thermos of course! It keeps hot things hott and cold things cold." She saw the excited reaction on his face and then said, "You can get one at the general store two shops down."
The next day Kerfuffle came into the diner with his new thermos. The amused waitress asked, "So what do you have in your new thermos?" He replied, "a cup of hot coffee and a popsicle."
Kerfuffle was to be reunited with an old friend that lives two counties away. The afternoon that his friend, Coontoof, was to arrive at the train station, Kerfuffle waited and waited. He started to get worried and reluctanly hopped on a train to find his friend. He ended up in Coontoof's hometown, where Kerfuffle suspected his friend would be. He slowly ventures out on to the station's platform. The first thing he sees is a serious looking man jumping on a man hole cover and saying with each jump, "21". Kerfuffle asked the man, "Have you seen my friend Coontoof?" The man didnt answer and just kept on what he was doing and saying, "21, 21, 21, 21..." Finally, the man stopped jumping for a moment after noticing the bewildered look on Kerfuffles face and asked, "Would you like to try it? It isn't hard at all." Kerfuffle got on the man hole and starts jumped and said "21". "NO NO NO you have to REALLY jump!" the man said. So then Kerfuffle started jumping with all his might yelling, "21, 21, 21..." After about the third jump, the man pulled the man hole cover from under Kerfuffle and poor Kerfuffle fell right down the shoot. The man casually put back the cover, hopped back on and kept on jumping and counting... "22, 22, 22, 22..."
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