I guess I’m pretty country for a Massachusetts boy. I use a good many of these expressions on a regular basis.
I remember my Mother used to know an Indian song. It was Euchee. It was surprisingly pleasant tho of course none of the words meant anything. She had learned it from her Father and I have no idea how he knew it.
It definitely was different but it did sound Indian too.
I sort of wish one of us had learned it too, just so it would not be lost.
I remember my Mother used to know an Indian song. It was Euchee. It was surprisingly pleasant tho of course none of the words meant anything. She had learned it from her Father and I have no idea how he knew it.
It definitely was different but it did sound Indian too.
I sort of wish one of us had learned it too, just so it would not be lost.
Taste or smell. Bad enough to knock a buzzard off a gut wagon. Hotter than 700 dollars. Wilder than a peach orchard boar. So poor I couldn’t buy half interest in a free sandwich. That land is so poor it wouldn’t raise hell sitting on a sack of fertilizer and a barrel of whiskey. He is so tight he wouldn’t give a dime to watch a piss ant eat a bale of hay. Tighter than the bark on a tree.
This just came up on the Undead Thread, when I mentioned that I would listen to a certain actor reading the phone book. Who uses a phone book these days?
My grandmother would say, “I did it with a lick and a promise” when she hadn’t had time to finish a task to her satisfaction. She’d then add, “ It’s good enough. A man on a fast horse won’t notice the difference.”
That boy was born tired and raised lazy.
We had a science teacher who had some interesting euphemisms:
“[that smell] is strong enough to knock a dog off a gut-cart!”
“Gotta pull yourself up by your bootstraps.”
“Wanna be a ditch-digger all yer life?” (To which one smart-ass kid responded, “We need ditch-diggers, too, Mr.S”)
Tore up like a soup meat sandwich.
Slicker’n a minnows dick.
Mother would never say it rained. She would always say “it came up a cloud”. Her ancestors were all Scottish so it might have come from there.
She’s pretty. For a hunchback.
How abut “sweatin’ like a yankee trying to read”?
Several of my favorites, straight from my Dad:
“He talks like he’s got a paper head...”
“He talks so he can hear his head roar...”
“An intelligent thought would bust his head wide open...”
“Dumber’n a stump...”
“He doesn’t have the sense God gave commode floats....”
Just few. Thanks Pop!
Hoss
My mother is always informing me after an especially busy day that she’s been “goin’ Jessie all day.” (Her name ain’t Jessie)
From my Mississippi upbringing...
“ So dry the fish have ticks”
“ She was so ugly she could squat on a tombstone and hatch haints”
“ Mosquitoes so big they can rear up on their hind legs and &%^$ turkeys”
“ Useless as a one legged man in an a$$-kicking contest”
“ Ill be on you like a duck on a June bug”
“ Hard as a preacher’s *^&% on Sunday”
Nervous as a cat sh-tt-n’ razor blades.
Lyin’ like a two bit whore.
Too big for his britchs.
Too smart for his own good.
Worthless as tits on a boar hog.
"Uglier than a mud fence."
"Quicker'n you can spit and holler howdy."
I still hear these sayings and in their differing versions in my circles.
Eastern European guy who was a real card memorized hundreds of these things and would purposely drop them into conversations mangled just to get reactions from people. For the full affect, you have to imagine him saying these with a Boris Baddinof accent.
“Congratulations on success! Is really feather in your ear!”
“Life is hard! You must pull yourself by own jockstrap.”
There were a lot of others I’ve forgotten...