At the dinner party, across the table, a guest
took offense at the mention of a bromance.
Unable to hear his argument, over the din,
I guesstimated that he was a portmantagonist
and couldn’t believe the absurdacious situation
in which I would be seated across from a dinemy.
For I, a portemateally, celebrate all lingublendings
that are blissfulicious to the ears of my fample.
My angdagnation caused me to have
harshords with the evening’s hostanizer.
“Why did you invitatch me and the minglethrope
to your gatharty? Have you no sympathedge
for the suffuress that I have expercountered
throughout my lifelopment by those who
prevenied me the optability to explorpress
my lingotential?” Confuzzled by my accusack,
the hostanizer quizzaciously apologsplained.
The dinuest had not maligned all portmanteaus,
or portmanteaumates; he merely propressed
the underlying homophobia and insecuralousy
when the ideaopic of a bromance is bandiscussed.
Ohmyshoot! I had embarracted myself by my
quicksumption of offenshostile dinpany.
Apologcusing to the hostanizer, I spemained the rest
of the converscussion quietrite after unnecesfrivously
playowing the victimority portmanteaucard. Shrats!
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