Bulksweage

Recently, I have found myself assailed by a most frustrating conundrum... I was engaging in what I believed to be good-natured, bonhomous dialog with a chucklesome proletariat that I occasionally chat with, and he mentioned the word, "Bulksweage." Despite my endlessly vast and tirelessly upkept vocabulary, I could locate no definition relating to this word within the various shelves of my mental library. Naturally, I was then filled with the superb rush of curiosity that only makes itself known when one is in the presence of a completely and utterly unprecedented event such as this one. Now, to arbitrarily make judgements on one's intelligence based on their physical appearance is a prejudice that I make tremendous efforts to subjugate, but for a common plebian donned in an unfitted uniform colored by the absolute most unpleasant shade of green that my despicable eyes have ever laid eyes upon to be aware of even a single, blasted word in the English language that I myself am not is exceptionally surprising indeed... Not to mention the various, unidentifiable stains that adorned said uniform like the splotches on a cheetah's fur, nor the repugnant odor... 

Nevertheless, I immediately interrogated this unexpectedly wise man with the urgency of a gazelle being hunted by a tiger, ever resolute in my goal of understanding every word that has, had, and will ever be spoken in the world. After being canvased by my prodding tongue (metaphorically speaking, of course) for several minutes, he opened his mouth to speak a single, enlightening phrase in response: I cannot tell you the true meaning myself - it would be like skipping to the last page of a book and reading the last page first. However, I can offer you a hint: Maybe try a dictionary instead!"

"I cannot tell you the true meaning myself - it would be like skipping to the last page of a book and reading the last page first. However, I can offer you a hint: Maybe try a dictionary instead!"

With that idiom seared into my brain by the burning brand of his brilliance, I hurriedly turned 360 degrees and exited the premises, eager to contemplate on his words in the solitude of my personal chamber. There is but one issue with the generous gift of knowledge that he kindly bestowed upon my ears like yearning children on Christmas morning - I have already scoured every last inch of both the dictionary and the thesaurus down to the microscopic spaces that separate the atoms of ink printed upon their pages in order to find any semblance of a definition regarding this "Bulksweage," but the transient erudition that I seek eludes me ever still...