Although they are a little too Victorian for me to use in any of my writing, I do have a soft spot for the group names that people invent for different things. Ex. murder of crows, parliament of owls. It turns out that making up new names is a great way to get through insomnia (or a meeting). I came up with these last night.
Belch of frat boys, closet of homophobes, portrait of butterflies, dote of grandparents, abomination of tweens (James contributed that one), titter of memes, exhalation of redwoods, wrath of (Fred) Phelpslings and casserole of church mamas.
(Originally posted June 12, 2015)