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My family's favorite word was "blat," and it still triggers anxiety in me just to type it.
It was part of a "game" that made little or no sense, handed down from my father's childhood. If someone said "blat," anyone and everyone could hit them until they finished counting to 10. If you hit them after they finished counting to 10, they got to hit you 10 times as punishment
Problem is, we started saying "splat" instead to trick people. Eventually, "splat" was ruled unfair, and got added to the game too. Now I can't even say "splat," a semi-legitimate word, without expecting to get hit a lot.
Beyond that, we didn't have a whole lot of nonsense words. Except "gopher dogs" instead of "prairie dogs," but that was just my mom trying to be funny and then forgetting it was a joke.
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