While surfing Facebook the other day I encountered an especially weird combination of words that seemed to be telling some sort of story. The letters spelled out the words "romping Gerald," and I found odd the verb-noun combination and the images it evoked.
I first considered that "romping Gerald" might have been a young child on a sunny summer afternoon, spending time in the backyard with a dog or some friends. This "romping Gerald" could have been any one of us on an idyllic July day.
I next thought of the former U.S. president with the first name of Gerald, and I considered how he once played center and linebacker for the University of Michigan football team during the 1930s. This "romping Gerald" certainly matched the historical record, though as far as I know his romping remained on the football field, unlike several of our more lustful chief executives.
I briefly pondered "romping Gerald" in the context of gang initiation, but then I decided that I had wasted far too much time on a randomly-generated pair of words.