The Judges of Sleaze
This is the part of the program we usually give the answer to the puzzler.
And I have a couple actually.
Well, I got some here. They're not winners. I'll tell you that right now.
Several weeks ago we received a letter which my brother lost. What it had on it was a list of multitudes or collective nouns.
A gaggle of geese. A rafter of turkeys. An exultation of larks...
I started a contest that uses these in relation to some of the sleazier occupations that we've mentioned on the show from time to time.
Are we the judges of sleaze? We are the ultimate judges of sleazy. It's lawyers, judges, people who drive salt trucks, automobile mechanics, used car salesmen, new car salesmen, maybe. Financial Analysts. Stockbrokers. Anyone who doesn't really produce anything worthwhile, and makes a living at it.
From these, we would choose a winner. A multitude of winners. Most of the puzzles we have, we don't really have to spend much time on because we just take a whole pile of them, we tell producers what the right answer is. They put all the right answers in a big box. And they come out with one and that's the winner. But now, we have to read all the answers. Yes, because this is a matter of quality here.
So over the next several weeks, not only are we going to pick the best of quality and quantity, but we're also going to pick the worst.
Here are a few. A corral of Mustangs. A squad of Isuzu troopers. A quantum of pulsars. I like this one, a universe of Galaxies. A refraction of Geo Prizms.
These are all quite cute but they do not attack the basic issue here. Which is the sleazy.
The one that I liked the best. A huevos of rancheros. That's good. These are all from listener Lee in his whole brood of people.
Anyway, if you want to participate in this endeavor, it certainly isn't a real puzzle contest. It isn't a puzzler, certainly.
