Posted on 07/08/2012 1:17:48 PM PDT by djone
"One of the small things I like about hunting is that it takes you into the countryside where people say things you thought no one actually says anymore. Bits of old-fashioned speech hang on outside of town. Hearing them opens a little window into the past.--"Just remembered what the old folks would say if they hadn't seen you in awhile :Man I thought you fell in....'He's so tight, he squeaks when he walks.'..."He couldn't cut his way out of a wet paper bag with two butcher knives".....remembered another I always liked: my old landlord, a German farmer, used "young" for "small" so that when the neighbors touched off their initial volley on the opening morning of deer season, Seth commented "They've got a young war going on over there "
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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.
“Cuter’n a speckled pup under a red wagon!”Ice: “Slicker’n snot on a door knob!” or “Slicker’n greased owl sh—!”Unintelligent: “Put that boys brain in a hummingbird and he’d fly upside down and backwards and suck a mule’s a— for a morning glory!”Summer weather: “It’s hotter’n a ‘leven dollar cook stove!”Winter weather: “It’s colder than a well digger’s a— in Idaho!”Penny pincher: “He’d make Lincoln squeal!” or “Three turns tighter than tree bark!”Age: “Older’n Methusalah!” or “Three years older’n dirt!” How’s bout “making groceries”and mor nervous that a long taled cat in a room full of rockers , ‘It was so quiet, you could hear a mouse pee on cotton!’’The (water/snow/whatever) was belly deep to a tall Injun!’’That ol’ boy is so crooked, when he dies they’ll just screw him in the ground?’’Where was Moses when the lights went out?’ (in the dark)’Madder’n a wet hen!’’Wilder’n a March hare!’’He was so ugly as a kid, his momma had to tie a poke chop around his neck to get the puppy to play with him!’ ‘So ugly he has to pull the sheet up over his head so sleep can slip up on him!’
“Good enough for government work!” That’s still entirely relevant, though.
Tighter than a bulls ass in fly time.
Hotter than Dutch Love.
Sweatin like a whore in church.
Dumber than a box of rocks.
She’s so ugly, she’d make a freight train take a dirt road.
I remember most of these phrases, mainly because I’m so aged, but there was one my father used all the time. “Thirty seconds from a fit” Really deacribes some people, doesn’t it?
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
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