If I were a Banshee, I would say in my most enthusiastic, high pitched voice possible "AIEEE-HA-HA-HA-AIEE-AY!" to help usher in the weekend and celebrate Fryday, one of my favorite days of the week. Many of you are accustomed to the incorrect spelling of the day's name and will insist that it is spelled 'Friday' but after considering the information I am about to share with you, my kind and literate friends, may wish to reconsider your position.
In the interest of time and since I am committed to do my part in accommodating the many among us that suffer from ADD and write for only 5 minutes each blog, will give you the concise historical version regarding the day's name. In ancient Germanic times, Frigg and Freyja, celebrity frau's and mothers of half the Germanic tribes at the time, cooked everything edible in a huge vat of sizzling hot swine lard each fifth day of a seven day cycle to celebrate the return of their brave hunters. Some preferred to call it Frigg's day to honor Frigg's innovative menus while others preferred Freyja's day to commemorate her ability to fry large quantities of food in the most efficient manner. After many years of divisive debate, a compromise between the two factions was reached and the day became known as Fryday.
We could get into the reason why the 'y' was replaced with an 'i' but my five minutes are up. So happy Fryday, my friends!
Until next time,
Funk out!
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