“Yerd” Is Your New Favorite Word
Published: July 04, 2009
I was chatting up an adorable piece from the Buckeye State last night, and we got to talking.
During our furious back and forth, fingers were misplaced, keys were struck, and the word “Yrd” was typed. By whom, I can’t say, except that it was almost certainly that adorable piece from the Buckeye State, because I was too busy listening to Steve Perry on YouTube to be paying attention.
Long story short: My sweet Buckeye and I have managed to coin a new word for you, a neologism, if you will.
What is your new word?
Your new word is: “Yerd.”
“But what does ‘yerd’ mean?!,” you ask excitedly. Well, many things. For instance, it means “Oh, okay,” when said with a slightly droopy or resigned tone in the voice. “Yerd” is a word that says, “Yeah, sure, whatever…fine,” with just one syllable. It’s not a Mongolian’s tent, but it’s not “yes” either. It is, quite simply, “yerd.”
So when do you use “yerd”? Well, “yerd” is the answer you give when your significant other asks whether he can come in your mouth.
Do you want to go roller skating?
Yerd.
Let’s go see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen again!
Yerd.
You get the picture. But look, if you ever need to get out of one of those awful situations, you can always use the opposite of “yerd”: “Nard!”
Who’s the yerd in that photo?
After Wordsmoker Nard’s stories about his stomach woes, I’ve associated the exclamation “NARD!” with “OMG, I’m about to shit my pants!”
Also, never trust people from Ohio. They’re all secretly Canadians. Shhhh!
Usually I do whatever the internet tells me to do, but I won’t be using “yerd” until I see it posted in Urban Dictionary.
Chill: right here.
I’ll expect to see your usage in every comment for the rest of the weekend.
Yrd.
@SPP: Yrd, yrd, yrd. I should have checked before I spouted off. Please, remember that I am often commenting while driving 110 mph (Approx 180 kph, Virus) in my patrol car while trying to catch dope fiends, but that’s no excuse.
Bonus points if the perp says ‘yrd.’
“You know how fast you were going?”
“Yrd.”
By way of apology for not doing the proper research, I’ve rewritten Surfin’ Bird by the Trashmen:
A-well-a everybody’s heard about the yrd
Y-y-yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, the yrd is the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, well the yrd is the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, well the yrd is the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, well the yrd is the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a don’t you know about the yrd?
Well, everybody knows that the yrd is the word!
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd’s the word
A-well-a…
A-well-a everybody’s heard about the yrd
Yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd’s the wordA-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, well the yrd is the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd, yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a don’t you know about the yrd?
Well, everybody’s talking about the yrd!
A-well-a yrd, yrd, y-yrd’s the word
A-well-a yrd…
Surfin’ yrd
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb… [retching noises]… aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don’t you know about the yrd?
Well, everybody knows that the yrd is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
And that was a bigger pain in the ass then you will ever know.
Chillbear: Can you really comment from inside your patrol car? You should liveblog one of your shifts…unless that’ll get you in trouble.
@CL: This may be the comment of the week, never mind the day or the hour. Even the minute.
@LG: I used to say “yepper,” now I’m going to go with “yerd.” Thanks, dollface!
@CL: I second LG’s liveblog request.
@LG and @BL: I would undoubtedly get in trouble, because I’ve plastered Wordsmoker all over my Facebook and half of my department is on there. I would do it anyway, because I like making waves, especially Free Speech waves, but to be honest work hasn’t been all that interesting lately. Maybe I can do a top twenty funny moments and put together an interesting piece, but it’s been quite tedious lately.
@Virus: Thanks. It was rather labor intensive.
Chill, what else can you do while driving 110mph?
I wanna know more about the “adorable piece.”
Unfun: No, you don’t.
My favorite word, made up by me and my college roommate, is “scurvaceous.” Meaning: disgusting. (Root word: Scurvy. It was the disease she was studying in nursing school at the time.) Use it in a sentence: “Ew, I would never hang out with him, he’s totally scurvaceous.” Or, as we preferred to use it, “I love living with DahlELama! She’s so not scurvaceous!” Good times.
Dahl: I love it…and I’m stealing it. “Scurvaceous” is now officially part of the vocab. Thanks!