Thanks, a plea for more,a conundrum for the 4th

Well, a great big Huckleberry Hound-dog "Howdy!" to y'all. It being flea and tick season, it would be fitting that we spare a moment's thought for Huck H's less fortunate sibling Dingleberry Dawg. Like Billy Carter and Roger Clinton, ol' Dingleberry was never able to get out from under the shadow cast by his successful brother. Who can forget the debacle that was his1993 HBO Special "Dingleberry Dawg: In a Brown Study"? He never really recovered. But that's not what I wanted to talk about--in fact, it's probably best not to think of it al all. Just too sad.

So...thanks to everybody who has sent along their secret family words. I've gotten some good ones, which I'll be sharing with you on TLD on Monday July 7. I'm still looking ffor more examples from you. Briefly, what I want is the secret words you use in your family circle; words immediately understandable among those near and dear to you, but mysterious to the rest of the world. Not surprisingly most of the submission I've received so far involve body parts and bodily functions. These are fine, and I'm glad to have 'em, but any and all your "just between us" words & phrases are fair game, so keep them coming. Like Johnny 5 (and doesn't Wall-E bear a suspicious resemblance to that bot of yore?) I need input.

Can somebody explain this to me? A close friend was making preparations for the coming Independence Day festivities. He lives in a state where private ownership of fireworks is illegal, even in the wake of the recent bizarre decision of the US Supreme Court, so he travelled with friends to a nearby state, a state very much like Pennsylvania. Just across the border he arrived at a large, well-stocked fireworks store. My goodness, they had everything, from sparklers and bang-snaps (those really annoying little wads of fun that POP when you toss them on the ground) to mortar-launched projectiles that might provoke a visit from the Dept. of Homeland Security. They also had my...oops I mean my friend's personal favorite, the dreaded Cookies of Death*, so called because they are packaged like Oreos in cellophane tubes and, when lit, fly so unpredictably as to be hazardous to life & limb. Great fun. When you arrive at this emporium, the first thing you have to do is to prove that you are not a resident of the state where the store is. And inside the place, there are prominent signs warning customers that as soon as they leave the state with their purchase, they will be in violation of the laws of the state they are entering. Convoluted enough for ya? Anyway, have a glorious 4th, and keep on listening to RandoRadio. And tell your friends and neighbors about it. I 'preciate it

*Cookies of Death, the name among my coterie for the small firework usually called Artificial Satellite or Flying Saucer, is an example of the kind of stuff I'm looking for from you. Get it?