Hypallage (hy-pal’-la-ge): Shifting the application of words. Mixing the order of which words should correspond with which others. Also, sometimes, a synonym for metonymy (see Quintilian).
The truck laughed, and coughed, and died. I laughed and coughed but I didn’t die. I had the truck towed to “Mel’s Magical Garage” where it was determined the was no resurrecting “Bucks the Trucko.” We had ridden by ways sideways, rounded rainy bends, and brought home the bacon for 20 years.
It was like losing a family member, like my wife or son—“Big Nuts Billy.” He worked for a X-rated circus sideshow act—“All things great and small.” His balls weighed it at 45 pounds apiece (more or less. In his act he draped them over a chinning bar held up by two wiry women. Then, he would hug his balls and spin on the bar like he was doing somersaults. He would go faster and faster and let go landing in the audience to its great delight. Then, he would sit in a chair and autograph male fans’ ball sacs and women’s’ breasts.
When goes out in public, he wears his “sac sock.” It’s kind of like a watch cap that he pulls over his balls to cover them. He has a specially designed walker that holds his balls and keeps him falling forward on his face.
He makes a good living and medical insurance covered by his employer. He travels a lot and is guide lonely. If you’re looking a big-balled man Big Nuts will there for you. If his heart is as big as his balls, you’ll live happily ever after. All he asks is that you wash his balls after each performance. He believes it is a wifely duty that can only bring you closer together on life arduous journey from Point B (birth) to Point D (death), it sounds morbid, but try walking a mile with a knit cap pulled over your balls while pushing a walker.
Imagine you’re in the mall being taunted greasy little teens. The degradation is thick you could cut it with a knife, but your little lady is waiting for you at home, steam washcloth in her hand. The teenagers fade out as you dwell in anticipation dwael of your evening cleansing. You confidently stride-roll into Best Buy, pull down some ear buds and get set to drive. You pack your walker in the trunk, and slide under the custom quarter-moon shaped steering wheel.
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