August 6, 2003
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words good. like talk big words.
some of my favorite expressions:
- dumb as a box of hair (stressmagnet)
- great zombie jesus! (highdesertlola)
- don’t cry, little baby jesus, he don’t cry…(my sis)
words I grew up with that not everyone appears to use:
- chesterfield, davenport, daveno…for sofa
- rig…for vehicle, and all vehicles can be referred to as cars
- my grandmother calls elastics “rubbers” no matter how much I beg her not to.
as I was dressing this morning babyjane said,
“your boobies are sure my friends.”
okay then. - dumb as a box of hair (stressmagnet)
Comments (23)
My new one is: HOLY HAIR BALLS!
yeah. I isss a phhhat Dork.
Whatever happened to baby Jane?
“Mom put my shoes on so I can step on bees. Bees can’t talk. But we can talk. I am not a bee.” Um, great use of logical inference, honey.
MAn, I’d rather hear BabyJane’s comment than what I got this a.m.: “Your body is really stinkified, Mommy.”
your boobies are my firends, Sal actually has said the same thing to me. I’m convinced now that our breasts must be able to communicate to children. Yours and mine.
ahhhh…I’d heard them called nannies, but thought it had something to do with goats. we have well travelled, educated breasts, yes? now…if they were just detachable.
LMAO . . . you and RL!!
maybe a nice chesterfield, or an ottoman…
dude. you have just solved one of the great mysteries of my existence.
additionally, you should take comfort in the fact that my grandmother continually referred to galloshes as “rubbers”. the day that my grandfather was leaving the house and she yelled after him, “dad, don’t forget your rubbers!” i ended up spitting cereal all over my uncle.
how come nobody gives u props
You know…it isn’t only children who think boobies are their friends…it’s just that we men have come to expect a possible tirade if not an outright beating if we too express this.
And I like the following phrases.
“Holy Hannah!” – Denoting shock or amazement.
“Some fuck in a Nova.” – Denoting a random unknown person.
“Groovy.” – You know what it means…I’m single-handedly attempting to bring it back into the popular vernacular.
“Wha?!” – Think goombah…and you’ll know what I mean.
“Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.” – Self-explanatory line from The Outlaw Josey Wales
Your boobies can be my friends any day.
mmmmmmmm…josey wales.
…I see your josey wales and raise you a “you gonna pull those pistols or whistle dixie?”
my boobies are free for a playdate sometime next week…
Holy Hannah woman! What must you think of me? I’ve not been properly introduced…don’t even know their names yet.
And then there’s always…
Josey Wales: When I get to likin’ someone, they ain’t around long.
Lone Watie: I notice when you get to dislikin’ someone they ain’t around for long neither!
Oh yeah…and speaking of jelly donuts…what are your feelings on Eddie Izzard?
hmmmm…I see he’s going to be at the moore. honestly, I’ve just heard the name. how bad am I? I’m quite the anglophile, but still in the last century’s reruns…I have kids, so I don’t make it to any decent movies. hmmm. I suck!
if you’re gonna hang a man, you’d better look at him… hang ‘em high
“Some fuck in a Nova” om my goodness yes, and to think they’re now classic cars like the rest.
same grandma who yelled about rubbers, drove a nova.
My Mother called broken down cars “Shit mobiles”
My GrandMother smoked Chesterfields! lol
we called all convience stores “Jack and Jill’s”
My favorite phrase at the moment is “Has everyone gone Bitchcakes?!?”
Ok….how about ” two days older than dirt ” or ” she/he is so old she/he served Christ at the last supper “
BJs comment reminds me of what Di said the other day: “mommy, I’m mad at the tooties (boobs) because they don’t stand up.”
nor will they ever again, kid, so get used to it.
lmao @ boobies
LOL at the friendly boobies.
(You asked about case law re: my copyright and privacy blog. There is a ton of case law to be poured through – some quick and easy examples on a site hosted by Stanford that I’ve linked to today. Thanks)
“been hangin’ out with the dry cattle” is a favorite of mine….
ROFL! I still like “Jesus, God and Baby Jesus!” to denote surprise. Or when someone asks time when you don’t have a watch “Half past a monkey’s ass, a quarter to his balls…” or politer “Ten past skin”
BTW-I finally found my bra-under a book of all places.
-M