Posted on 11/13/2022 2:14:09 PM PST by Impala64ssa
That’s right, they say face ricks up here, too. It’s very loosy goosy, and it is whatever they say it is. So we go with the guy that can give us good quality seasoned wood. We have some of our own, but it’s never enough for one season. He comes the closest of the 4 different guys we’ve bought from. It still bugs me, though.
I try to stay at least one season ahead. And this year I've built a wood shed whereas before I just used a tarp. You can't have too much wood but you can run out.
Well, they got rid of “niggardly” because of how it sounds, not because of what it means.
A forward lateral does exist and in football it is illegal.
Just a bigger bun....
I hear you. Any tree that needs to come down here is used and seasoned for another year.
One of the better Cockney slang sayings for it being a bit chilly when they say "a bit pearl out, innit, love?"
Pearl is short for Pearl Harbor. And at Pearl Harbor there were Nips in the air. Never to waste words, Pearl Harbor gets chopped to just pearl, and there you have it.
The look I got when I told told the taxi driver I was going to the doc to get
a shot in my coccyx
was pretty priceless
/-)
( for sciatic nerve pain )
.
coc·cyx
/ˈkäksis
noun
a small triangular bone at the base of the spinal column in humans and some apes, formed of fused vestigial vertebrae.
Too many people say “I could care less”
when they mean “I couldn’t care less”
"You aren't telling me pork pies, are you?"
Pork pies rhymes with lies.
“So who canned the worms and for what purpose?”
My brothers and I did to collect for fishing.
We had a tiny cottage in Michigan that we would go to in the summer. The elderly gentleman next door would help us. He had an electrical probe he would stick in the ground, turn it on and worms would come flying out!
Aris is one of their best - in Cockney it means "arse".
Mister and missus (mistress) derive from “master”, but those can easily be replaced by “comrade”, which is neutral and in tune with current politics.
Do liberal Protestants still sing “O Master Let Me Walk with Thee”? That was sung frequently when I was a kid growing up in the Methodist Church. Our choir also sang this introit:
Be still and know that I am God.
Be still and know that I am God.
Tread softly, tread softly
For the Master is here.
There are two problems “master” presents to the woke Christian: one is that we are somehow subordinate to Jesus, and the other is that Jesus is male.
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I heard a mother call her own kids MFers.
Sorry, I have a Master’s Degree in a STEM field and I am most definitely NOT a moron.
Just sayin’.
not true...a lateral is really called a backward pass regardless of how it’s tossed.
a pass is forward in that the throwing of the ball is in the direction in which the offensive team is trying to move,regardless of how it’s tossed...
I wish I had learned that years ago. It saves me months of aggravation. Come right out and if anyone takes offense - "buh bye, see ya, don't let the door hit you where the Lord split you."
It reminds me a of an old joke:
A guy's telling his friend he's in the dog house with the wife. "I almost made it in last night without waking her up. I was tiptoeing up the stairs, shoes in hand, when I stumbled on one of the kids toys that went crashing down the stairs with a God-awful racket. She demanded to know which whores I was traipsing around with and told me to sleep on the couch. It's cold in that room and the couch is so uncomfortable. My kids woke me up early and I had to get them breakfast while my head was still pounding. My neck and shoulders will be sore for a few days."
His buddy just nods.
The first guy says, "now that I think about it, you've never said anything about having to sleep on the couch, ever. Have you ever had to sleep on the couch? Does your wife not care that you got in so late too?"
His buddy smiles. "Are you kidding me? I came home hootin' and hollerin' last night. I cooked myself a very early breakfast, banging pots and pans getting it all ready. I then stomped up the stairs as loud as I could, yelling to my wife about all the lasses at the pub kissing me and giving me the eye, but that I held them off because I was going home to make love to my wife. I jumped on the bed, slapped her on the ass a few times, but wouldn't you know it, she was so sound asleep there was nothing for me to do but go to sleep myself, in my nice warm bed. I woke up late to all the dishes done and not a word from her about how soundly she must have been sleeping."
"Technically, tomatoes are fags". (From "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes")
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