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Catcall: Colloquial term for the lude, leering whistle with which a man expresses his lustful appreciation of a nearby woman. Less well known is the fact that the catcall originated in the town of Drammen, Norway, in the early 9th Century, when it was found to be effective in luring cats from far and wide, which would then be tossed in the fire or decapitated in the name of making the world a better place.
Dog lover:
Dog lover: one who sees cats primarily as feeders.
Wiggle room
Wiggle room: What no politician will utter a word without leaving himself plenty of. Example: "I can neither confirm nor deny." Example: "I have a well-established record on this issue." Example: "I believe in an America that works for Americans who believe in America."
Swill:
Swill: The contents of the average public school hot lunch, often served with spoiled milk and worm-ridden apples. The fare at my dear old alma mater was provided exclusively by US Army Surplus. I worked at the school as a janitor/handyman to help pay my way and we loaded the stuff off the Army trucks and into the larder...
Framed:
I'm having visions of an eleven-year-old Pendragon in janitor's smock, pushin' a broom in a hall while rich kids spit and sneer at him. What do you mean you had to pay your way at public school with a job as a janitor/handyman? :eek6:Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
What was your word? Frigate? Frigid? Uh, how about Frigate: a ship that simultaneously keeps eggs fresh.
Kaboom:
Pendragon: I didnīt know North American public schools also served ruined hot lunches at public school. In my city we are having a kind of public school hot lunch gate, with the kids recently occupying schools and marching to the the local council(assembly).
Kaboom:1-Chewing gum explosion sound;2-Other explosions sound;3-Explosive comments.
Arrrgh!
Arrrgh! = Not the sound you want your girlfriend to make while you're giving her what you believe to be intense pleasure.
Flotsam:
I was working there from 9th Grade until 12th grade. It was a job created by the Government to help poor families with kids willing to work. It was two hours after school every day, 10 hours per week. In the summer, I worked there 40 hours a week and did anything from using a floor machine to painting the outside window frames and raking the football field.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tyrion Cheddar
We were dirt poor. Our house would have ice on the inside walls during the winter. We ate breakfast and lunch at school not because we were fond of the food, but because we were hungry. My job helped, as I paid school fees back in those dark ages, bought my own clothes and school supplies, and collected books. And yeah, the teasing was horrible. I worked the second floor in the evenings, and when it rained the Track Team ran the halls. Taunts, spilled garbage, brooms knocked out of my hand, wedgies--you get the picture. Made me tough.
Flotsam: Floating debris
Jetsam:
Holy crap, Pendragon. I never heard of such a thing, at least not since the early 20th Century. Kids doing labor, first of all, and then that you had to pay any part of your schooling personally, instead of it all being publicly funded. Your experience of poverty is more than I'm sure I could withstand. As for the cruelty and overall disgustingness of human beings, doesn't surprise me a bit. If you don't mind my asking, when was this?Quote:
Originally Posted by Pendragon
Jetsam: Twin brother to flotsam, together they terrorized the southland with tommy guns blazing and Packards tearing away from the scenes of one bank robbery after another.
Spoiled, obnoxious rich kids who should be kicked in the how's your father:
I graduated in 1979, so this ran from fall 1975- Summer 1978. My senior year I worked 30+ hours a week at the new Hardee's in town. This is small town SW Virginia. We paid fees for school my entire run. I believe they were cut out sometime in the 80's. My dad took off in 1965, the year I would turn five. He did not pay his child support. My mother worked for rich people doing housework. We finally made it to Government Sponsored Housing (i.e. tenement apartments) in 1974, so heat and cold were no longer a problem, and we ate a lot better. Most of my life we did not own a car. We walked. A cab was a luxury reserved for grocery day. It was two miles, perhaps more, to the school. I ran home every evening. In the summer I rode a bike both ways. When mom did get a car, (only because I could drive) she reserved it for going to and from church, the stores, and relatives. I walked to work even at the Hardee's.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tyrion Cheddar
I know people have trouble believing me. You know me by now, Cheddar. I raise my hand to the Good Lord that this is true.
Oh and a definition. Are we playing backwards, all of a sudden?
Spoiled, obnoxious rich kids who should be kicked in the how's your father: Brats
Punk:
No need to convince me, Pendragon, I believe you. Perhaps, though, if we wish to continue this discussion, we should start a thread in the Serious Discussions area and get back to goofing off here. ;-)
Punk: Music which in its pure and original form I will probably never like, but whose attitude contributed mightily to much music that I love.
Smegma:
Frigate: what you say when the boat is late and you decide to fly.
Smegma: molten rock beneath the earth's crust. Only really, really disgusting.
Sphinx
Sphinx: 1) A thing whose nose irritated Napoleon pretty darn bad, apparently, and 2) a thing whose penetration, when captured on video, can fetch a pretty penny. Or so I've heard.
Louis Reard (and if you say "I'll bet he did" someone might get hurt):
Louis Reard: The guy responsible for damning the male humans by inventing a bikini. He was finally beaten by whoever changed the bottom to a thong. (Ave Padre, mea culpa mega!)
Twist:
twist: dance back in the day with a Checkered past; associated with Sisters when used as an adjective (Twisted); an integral part of tweeking
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