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If my mother wanted to convey disdain for a woman, she would always say ‘she seems right common’.
Living in here Charleston, I can honestly say that I have been on the receiving end of most of these.
Sh*t fire (pronounced far) and save matches! Those phrases were always coming out of my mother’s mouth.
My favorite: In the shower wash down as far as possible, wash up as far as possible then wash possible.
G.R.I.T.S.!
LOL Anon. ‘He’/she’s right pitiful. Bless his/her heart.
Way to mock Trump voters in the SE MJA! Oh you have a sense of humor?
Shocking!
My first mother-in-law (may she rest in camel dung) was once present at a conversation where a group of women were discussing how terrible it was that a high school classmate of my first wife had been raped by her boyfriend. During the conversation it came out that the girl also said that she had previously been raped by not one, but both of her uncles! (This was back in the day when such matters were hushed up, so of course there were no legal consequences of record).
My ex-MIL listened to everything without a word, and when it came her turn to speak, her only comment was, “She rapes easy.”
I want to drop the Obamas and Clintons like a used rubber.
Damn Vet. This was a comical post.
Being from the South (Georgia) I have heard things as a child, and more recently a man of an age and reputation for being known as one who just doesn’t speak ‘out of school’. Women will speak at ease among themselves around me.
I’ll not repeat word one of those conversations. These are kind and gracious women who at times must resort to methods of speech others would find ‘common’ to provide the proper coda to a story.
I do, and always have, found this endlessly amusing.
Said of a two-faced woman, kind on the outside and mean down deep: “Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”
I quit listening after 10 seconds because I heard enough of that shit growing up. The egg donor still talks smack like that.
I’m more familiar with northern talk:
Me: Is Frank home?
Them: Nope. He’s oot-n-a-boot.
Me: Where?
Them: Oot-n-a-boot.
Me: Is he out in a boat or out and about?
Them: He’s oot-n-a-boot!
Me: Gotcha, thank ya!
Them: Mmk, safe ‘cross that lake, yah?
Me: Yah, ‘k, u take er easy, eh
Well, ain’t we havin’ us a good time now!
He was standin’ behind the door when God handed out brains.
Madder’n a wet hen. (“hen” is pronounced HEY-en)
Y’all come up the house. (“house” is of course HEY-us)
Ain’t no tellin where he is. Boy’s like a fart in a windstorm.
I’ll forever remember hearing my grandpa say…”He’s grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ shit out of a brush!”
The one southern word that always got me was fixin’.
I’m fixin’ to go eat.
I’m fixin’ to go into town.
I’d always say “Everything should be fixed by now.”
My momma would yell at us rowdy kids, “Ya’ll go out and play in traffic!”
For some reason I’ve been hot a lot lately and of course complain at work to my work pal who likes to say “Sweatin like a whore in church, are ya?”
Best compliment I ever got by a Southern Officer after combat operations in the Gulf War:
“You can make folks eat shit with a shovel and have ’em smile while they do it!”
Another: “He acts like he shits diamonds out of platinum asshole!”
Marines are colorful, southern Marines are downright hilarious.
Speaking of fixin’.
My mother never cooked dinner or cooked anything for that matter.
She fixed dinner. She fixed a ham, she fixed potatoes, she fixed green beans and so on.
She changed the All in her car from time to time.
It was never humid but the air was mighty close. Thirsty? then you’ve got a mouth full of cotton battin’.
You could be all over someone like white on rice.
My friend Suzette’s mother used to threaten to smack the black off her face.
My mother used to say she would slap the snot out of us.
Oh heck I wish could go to a good NC pig pickin’. Damn Yankees are clueless when comes to barbecue and vinegar cole slaw..
Grinnin like a jackass eating briars.
For some reason, I just remembered an Italian saying I once heard used to describe a vain, egotistical woman:
“She thinks she sits on the toilet and makes the candy.”
😉
Okay, dat’s funny, thank you, I needed a laugh.
My first DI at boot camp would end each day by admonishing us to “earl our rifles.” As we all were from the Boston area it took us several days to figure out what he meant.
If my mother wanted to convey disdain for a woman, she would always say ‘she seems right common’.
Living in here Charleston, I can honestly say that I have been on the receiving end of most of these.
Sh*t fire (pronounced far) and save matches! Those phrases were always coming out of my mother’s mouth.
My favorite: In the shower wash down as far as possible, wash up as far as possible then wash possible.
G.R.I.T.S.!
LOL Anon. ‘He’/she’s right pitiful. Bless his/her heart.
Way to mock Trump voters in the SE MJA! Oh you have a sense of humor?
Shocking!
My first mother-in-law (may she rest in camel dung) was once present at a conversation where a group of women were discussing how terrible it was that a high school classmate of my first wife had been raped by her boyfriend. During the conversation it came out that the girl also said that she had previously been raped by not one, but both of her uncles! (This was back in the day when such matters were hushed up, so of course there were no legal consequences of record).
My ex-MIL listened to everything without a word, and when it came her turn to speak, her only comment was, “She rapes easy.”
I want to drop the Obamas and Clintons like a used rubber.
Damn Vet. This was a comical post.
Being from the South (Georgia) I have heard things as a child, and more recently a man of an age and reputation for being known as one who just doesn’t speak ‘out of school’. Women will speak at ease among themselves around me.
I’ll not repeat word one of those conversations. These are kind and gracious women who at times must resort to methods of speech others would find ‘common’ to provide the proper coda to a story.
I do, and always have, found this endlessly amusing.
Said of a two-faced woman, kind on the outside and mean down deep: “Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”
I quit listening after 10 seconds because I heard enough of that shit growing up. The egg donor still talks smack like that.
I’m more familiar with northern talk:
Me: Is Frank home?
Them: Nope. He’s oot-n-a-boot.
Me: Where?
Them: Oot-n-a-boot.
Me: Is he out in a boat or out and about?
Them: He’s oot-n-a-boot!
Me: Gotcha, thank ya!
Them: Mmk, safe ‘cross that lake, yah?
Me: Yah, ‘k, u take er easy, eh
Well, ain’t we havin’ us a good time now!
He was standin’ behind the door when God handed out brains.
Madder’n a wet hen. (“hen” is pronounced HEY-en)
Y’all come up the house. (“house” is of course HEY-us)
Ain’t no tellin where he is. Boy’s like a fart in a windstorm.
I’ll forever remember hearing my grandpa say…”He’s grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ shit out of a brush!”
The one southern word that always got me was fixin’.
I’m fixin’ to go eat.
I’m fixin’ to go into town.
I’d always say “Everything should be fixed by now.”
My momma would yell at us rowdy kids, “Ya’ll go out and play in traffic!”
For some reason I’ve been hot a lot lately and of course complain at work to my work pal who likes to say “Sweatin like a whore in church, are ya?”
Best compliment I ever got by a Southern Officer after combat operations in the Gulf War:
“You can make folks eat shit with a shovel and have ’em smile while they do it!”
Another: “He acts like he shits diamonds out of platinum asshole!”
Marines are colorful, southern Marines are downright hilarious.
Speaking of fixin’.
My mother never cooked dinner or cooked anything for that matter.
She fixed dinner. She fixed a ham, she fixed potatoes, she fixed green beans and so on.
She changed the All in her car from time to time.
It was never humid but the air was mighty close. Thirsty? then you’ve got a mouth full of cotton battin’.
You could be all over someone like white on rice.
My friend Suzette’s mother used to threaten to smack the black off her face.
My mother used to say she would slap the snot out of us.
Oh heck I wish could go to a good NC pig pickin’. Damn Yankees are clueless when comes to barbecue and vinegar cole slaw..
Grinnin like a jackass eating briars.
For some reason, I just remembered an Italian saying I once heard used to describe a vain, egotistical woman:
“She thinks she sits on the toilet and makes the candy.”
😉
Okay, dat’s funny, thank you, I needed a laugh.
My first DI at boot camp would end each day by admonishing us to “earl our rifles.” As we all were from the Boston area it took us several days to figure out what he meant.