Ripley's Believe It or Not by Ripley’s Believe It or Not! for May 23, 2022

That’s funny!

The fear of words is “logophobia”. Why isn’t “logo” contained somewhere within “hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia”?

What if you have a fear of anthropomorphic hippopotamuses that like to use long words?

The word “sesquipedalophobia” also means the fear of long words.

What is the fear of words that are longer than they need to be?

Also, what is the fear of words that are unnecessary called?

Who eats the bee bread?

I thought that “friggatriskaidekaphobia” (fear of Friday the 13th) was a long word!

Seems like long words would be pretty easy to avoid.

Take care, may 1st grade prolific alphabet reciter Todd “A_B_C_D_E_F_G_H_I_J_K_Oh You Know The Rest” Ensignord be with you, and gesundheit.

Did you know Charles Darwin had twins?

He baptized one and kept the other as a control.

BION should endeavour to eschew meretricious sesquipedalianisms.

Is there a word for being afraid of being afraid?

What do those bees add in for Honey Nut Cheerios?

forgot bee snot – otherwise probably accurate

Just say your afraid of longwords and it’s much easier to spell and say.

that’s why no one could figure out Darwin’s writings – his notebooks were missing for the last two decades

do they sell sliced bee bread?

Imagine having a phobia you’re to afraid to speak about.

I’ve never had a problem with long words, myself, until that one.

The actual word for “fear of long words” isn’t helping me any!

So, is the study of long words called hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliology?

what is the fear of short words called?

It’s late. Mbakerbr549 and ’tator ought to be doing something other than eating now, so it should be safe.

A priest goes to the mechanic. He tells the mechanic, “Hey, I just brought in my car last week, and since you guys worked on it, it’s leaking oil all over my garage.”

The mechanic says, “my apologies father, we’ll make sure we get it right this time, come back tomorrow, and we’ll have it tip-top for you.”

The priest returns the following day, and he says, “Well, how is it?”

The mechanic says, “we found the issue. it was a loose oil filter, and it won’t be leaking again because I screwed it in tighter than a nun’s privates.”

Solemnly, the priest looks the mechanic dead in the eye, and says, “better give it another quarter turn.”

Until next time.