Knocked Up

This unassuming old guy knocked up more women than you could ever imagine.

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17 Comments on Knocked Up

  1. It’s why our Limey cousins say, “I’ll knock you up soon,” meaning they will come by for a visit. Yeah, we think it’s funny. It’s like that dessert they have in Limey Land called, “Spotted dick”. Not me, I’ll pass on that.

    Two peoples separated by a common language, as Bernard Shaw stated.

  2. @oil field trash.

    The first time I heard of that dessert it was “Spotted Dick with Golden Syrup”. Ya hafta have the golden syrup, man.

  3. One of my Aunt’s best friends was one of two women who came to America as War Brides. Irene used this expression all the time, of course not knowing the American interpretation. She was a tidy, careful woman of small stature and it was always hilarious to me whenever she said it.

    Also in (at least) north England, the word “skittle” means to have terrible runs, too, like if a cow is “skittled”.

  4. I was working graveyard and overslept one evening. One of my fellow officers responded to my house, from the backyard he found where my upstairs bedroom was because of the running air conditioner and aluminum foil-covered window, found a length of pvc pipe back there and started knocking on the air conditioner to wake me up. He said it took a little while and was worried I had croaked in my sleep. Lol!

  5. Got “knocked up” by a pigeon one time. It was 6 a.m. and a pigeon crashed into my bedroom window. It hit with a loud bang and rattled the window. Shook me up too.

  6. I was stationed in England in 1974 with the U.S. Air Force. Since I was married, I lived off base. As I was only an E-2, I couldn’t afford a place close to the base, so I found a place 26 miles up the A-1 Motorway in a village called Kings Cliffe. It was a little cottage that was 400 years old in the middle of the village.
    There were no cell phones then and barely any phones at all. Only a handful of people in the village had a phone. There was only one public phone booth in the town square and it was usually out of order. I had to be able to be contacted in case of a Soviet invasion of Western Europe, so I made a deal with one of my neighbors named Mr.Dicks who had a phone. He agreed to come across the street and awaken me if he received the message ” Redball Express”. One rainy night in the middle of winter, I woke up to the sound of him knocking on the door. When I opened the door, he said the words “Redball Express”. I had to get dress and drive to the base as quickly as possible. Luckily, it was only a drill, but I’ll always remember being knocked up by Mr. Dicks!

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