Tuesday, May 30, 2017


I heard a new idiom today, new to me, anyway: who kilt a baby and set fire to a church? I think the meaning is self-evident.

And the Prexy? Happy as a dead pig in the sunshine. 

Peed in his own cornflakes that time.

Armed with sweet tea and a fly flap: ready for summer. OK, Mississippi.

Everybody knows fixin' to, but have you heard the more highly evolved version fi'in' ta? I have not yet succeeded in saying it correctly, despite decades of trying.

The same is true of "I ain't stud'n' you." Which means something along the lines of "you're full of dog poop."

His wilful trashing of the planet has me feelin' some type of way. 

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