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To the consternation of all concerned, the concatenation of substances used to provide a counter-irritation for Mrs. McGillicutty's embarrassing medical situation.

fastidious, febrile, foliaceous

Oops, forgot the end of my sentence!!!

...........completely failed to work!

I was hoping others would join in so I didn't answer this post, but Knit, it looks like it's just you'n'me!

I blame Mark Trost™

So...

Star Captain Nick Danger, febrile, weak, and dehydrated from an infected bite from the Martian yewhallooareyouthere bug, hallucinated his loyal first officer, Alice, had become a tall, threatening-looking foliaceous alien, bending over him and fastidiously cleaning his wound preparatory to plunging her writhing green suckers into his chest cavity and drinking him dry of his blood.

Auspicious, weenie*, counter-revolutionary

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*Definitions can include the sausage, the weakling, or the--ahem--anatomical bit.

Know what you mean Ken...........I'll give folks a while to take a crack at this before I step in!

What happened to all those other clever people who used to hang out here anyway?

Auspicious, weenie, counter-revolutionary

It was such an incredibly auspicious day when General Foxworthy pulled off his counter-revolutionary coup that the excitement of it all enabled him to overcome his embarrassing difficulties & his wife was able to enjoy the attentions of his weenie for the first time in years.

caduceus, dashpot, eidetic

Professor Ferdinand Bestertester shouted "Wooo-eee!" and fist-pumped as he plugged in the electric caduceus with the neon pink and blue serpents and heard the LPZ-110E triple-biwave plane synthesizer and retro encabulator's dashpot begin to inhale and he blessed his eidetic memory which had provded him with Princess Sonja's secret plans.

executrix, triptych, trippingly

I tried desparately to gather my thoughts as I walked trippingly down the aisle. I had been inside this church so many times as a child yet it had been years since I last gazed upon the beauty that lay in front of me at the altar. The triptych was still there...as profound in my gaze today as it had been etched in my memory for the past 10 years. As I sat in the front pew my thoughts took me back to pain of being named "executrix," of my late father's estate. Why me? Why not my brother or sister. Most may view this as an honor, to me it would be one of the heaviest burdens I have ever carried.

rident, burdalane, dentiloquist