Smuckit Fever [9.15.08]

Today's observation transpired in one of the most central habitats known to man: the commuter lounge. My friends and I congregated around the hind left table, fast food in hand, prepared to eat lunch as a "muter family" and commune about the day's events. Our conversation depends on several factors including but not limited to our moods, our assignments, our grades, and perhaps even the weather. Today, however, was concentrated on a distinct hot-button yet laughable issue: "Potty Mouths: individual or group trait?" I am a well-known censor junkie, one who would stray from the word "lactation" if only I could. Since most of my friends have what I would consider an extensive working "potty mouth" vocabulary, it came as no surprise when they asked me to bend my confines and just cuss already. After four breathing exercises and three hyper-snorts, the group agreed to arrive at an honorable conclusion: I just wasn't the cursing type. Nevertheless, we agreed to disagree...and to invent a bogus curse word just for me. The several close calls became deal-breakers when their repetition became lackluster. We searched far and wide, through "futtbucker", "nispy", and even "pieness" until we came across the masked loot: "Smuckit". At that instant, everything seemed to fall into place. The birds were singing, world hunger was nonexistent, and money trivially grew on trees. I left the lounge a changed woman, having my newfound rap established with my muter posse. Since then, smuckit has rolled off my lips with ease, and both my friends and I appreciate its naive approach. However, I still have several questions left unanswered: What does smuckit mean? Is it a noun? A verb? An interchangeable word of wonder? Could smuckit ever turn into an authentic curse word? Most importantly, what happens if smuckit fever catches on?