Hmm...
"Blankety-Blank's Any Other Female Generic Noun"
... the story of Blankety Blank; abandoned as a newborn to be raised by rogue lumberjacks. A story of personal growth, of love, of family secrets. His epic search for women taking him away from the logging camp that's been his life to discover... women in general.
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The man lumbered (geddit, he's a lumberjack) through the unfinished wood door of the small cabin that had been his home for the last year, bowing his head in deference to the rough-hewn log over it. His massively boned head, while nigh on indestructible in his imagination still hurt when he banged it on the door-frame. That was something he'd managed to avoid for a month now, he considered it a small victory over his environment, the place was slowly beginning to feel like home, he was learning its little tricks.
He glanced down just in time to stop his size fourteen boot from landing on a small bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. (guess where blankety gets his name from) A small bundle that was looking back at him.
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Cut to chapter 15
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"dad", said little BB, "where do the men go every friday?"
"They go whoring" rumbled his father
"What's a whoring?"
"A whore... is a woman, don't worry about that yet, son. You'll learn all about it one day"
BB looked puzzled, but he knew better than to press the issue. For several years, that was the only noun he could associate with women.