wotd: defenestrate

defenestrate \dee-FEN-uh-strayt\, transitive verb:: To throw out of a window.

I don't know why I thought this word was synonymous with defoliate, but I did. Now to find that this big word means "chuck it out the window," why, that just tickles my funny bone.

I have a few stories involving defenestration, but I might need some help: something from my friend
gnightgirl involving her mother, an apple core, a garbage can, and a pimp.

And there was this one time when I was talking to my sister on the cell phone while I drove home (I know, I know) when the passenger in the car ahead of me defenestrated a whole pumpkin. That was something to see.

Here's something else to see.

Sweet.

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auntie m said…

Once Jay defenestrated his favorite stuffed animal bird out the car window to see if Plongleen could fly. Plongleen flew into the ditch and Aunt Lissa rescued him while we waited patiently in the car by the side of the road.

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