TB, the version my family played (which I just remembered we called Pink Dink) was a rhyming riddle game. You'd come up with a simple two-word rhyme and try to get the others to guess it (or fail to guess it, depending on how competitive you were); you'd signal how many syllables it had by saying "I've got a Pink Dink/Pinky Dinky/Pinkety Dinkety."
Pink Dink: An obese feline = Fat Cat.
Pinky Dinky: A tankard for a mythical beast = Dragon Flagon.
Pinkety Dinkety: A very boring talking device = Monotone Telephone.
I've got a Pinketedy Dinketedy: A leave of absence pillaging on the high seas.
P-C:
Piratical Sabbatical
Good one!
Well done!
Pinky Dinky: An exceedingly hairy Mediterranean capital.
Drat! My piss-poor knowledge of Mediterranean geography is killing me on this one.
Oh, wait. I totally meant "city." Or, to make it easier: "capital."
Any straight man, maybe.
I tyoed that originally, but didn't want to be inundated with "STEREOTYPE! STEREOTYPE!"
Even with the clarification, you overestimate my knowledge base. My geography truly sucks. Never mind locating them, I probably couldn't
name
twenty countries without the assistance of the Animaniacs.
I can't get it, either. Instead I come up with a guess that isn't a true rhyme and leads me to the wrong area of the world: Hirsute Kirkutsk
Spidra, you've got the first word right. And the rhyme is only in the second syllable. Well, actually, the first syllable is close, but the wrong vowel sound.