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Cory Doctorow at 1:30 pm Fri, Dec 9, 2011
So…would Speckcumberbundkummer be the grief you experience when you drop your bacon onto your cumberbund?
What if you got the bacon at the train station near Black Forest street, and while eating it, you dropped it onto your tux’s waist band and stained it, you’d be experiencing (takes deep breath):
What if you got the bacon at the train station near Black Forest street, and while eating it, you dropped it onto your tux’s waist band and stained it, you’d be experiencing (takes deep breath): Schwarzwaldstrassebanhofspeckcumberbundfleckkummer?
And if you were happy that the captain of a Danube steamship had dropped bacon on his hat, you might conceivably be feeling Donaudampfschiffahrtsgesellschaftskapitänsmützespeckschadenfreude, might you not.
I like Drachenfutter, or dragon fodder: the little gift you have to buy your wife when you’re in the doghouse.
I thought that grief bacon was the most delicious cut from a pig that had already watched its entire family become bacon.
I think Kummerspeck should be a synonym for poppycock, hogwash, bullsh**…
“Hey, you can’t eat that without getting fatter, you know.”
You say Kummerspeck, I say Wunderbar!
And if you get fat because you’re happy over the holidays, you get to call it Gluckspeck.
What you mean is Glücksspeck. Gluckspeck is a bacon flavored beverage.
This is why I love the German language.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything, don’t they?