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12865. wonkers2 - 12/22/2004 11:39:41 PM No! There is only one wonkers2! There is a missus W2, but she's too busy for the Mote. Cap'n Dirty is a wizened little bearded perv with a peg leg who stole w2's password and from time to time uses it to post on the Mote. 12866. Magoseph - 12/23/2004 2:27:31 AM I just love Cap'n Dirty. When he is around, we know that Wonk is feeling well. For a while lately, I thought that the Cap'n was grooming himself to be a grandpa. I thought that he was gone for ever for us. 12867. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 10:57:22 AM Bicycles might need fish, but a different upbringing...
shouting!!!!!!
vs
quiet
in a marriage is always unsettling. 12868. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 10:59:03 AM hello, I've just come from the religion thread 12869. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 11:26:10 AM This is no time to screw the pooch, alistairconnor.
I feel it's only fair to warn you, j'oublie mon sac.
PsychProf may be a legend here, but he's not kept up.
Waltzing Matilda. 12870. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 12:02:00 PM I just painted my nails a ghastly shade of blue.
Yuk 12871. alistairconnor - 12/23/2004 12:10:07 PM Can you kindly explain the meaning in
"screw the pooch"
"j'oublie mon sac"
Idiom. 12872. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 12:41:21 PM Oh, dear.
It's so much to type out.
Translations require paragraphs, river-rat thinking
What's it like to see an eagle fly? 12873. Ulgine Barrows - 12/23/2004 12:46:46 PM Rats, I did not realize I was up so early, off I go. 12874. alistairconnor - 12/23/2004 12:48:06 PM OK, carry on, soar like an eagle.
I will scuttle like a rat, and sometimes I will look up and admire... 12875. wonkers2 - 12/23/2004 3:22:39 PM In Detroit we have 8 inches of snow on the ground and more coming. 12876. alistairconnor - 12/23/2004 4:04:42 PM I have eaten industrial-grade charcuterie for lunch today and yesterday, and am farting like the donkey in a nativity pantomime. 12877. thoughtful - 12/23/2004 4:05:23 PM Max, i dunno...what. (I'm sure I'll be sorry...) 12878. alistairconnor - 12/23/2004 4:08:50 PM ... that was our christmas lunch for the department. We should never have sent unmarried men out to do the shopping. What do these guys eat at home, one wonders. They came back with about a kilo per person of ham, pork, mortadella, garlic sausage, etc along with a respectable amount of smoked salmon and foie gras.
They could easily have bought stuff at double the price per kilo (and double the price per bottle of wine and champagne) and there would still have been plenty -- and there wouldn't be the current problem of disposing of the leftovers -- can't get rid of the stuff. 12879. judithathome - 12/23/2004 8:22:29 PM Alistair...from Wordorigins.com:
Screw the Pooch
The phrase screw the pooch, meaning to mess up, commit a grievous error, was made famous in Tom Wolfe's book The Right Stuff. The phrase is a euphemism from US military slang. The original expression was fuck the dog and meant to waste time, to loaf on the job.
Fuck the dog dates appears in print for the first time in 1935, but in 1918 another euphemistic version, feeding the dog, appears. The original sense dates to 1918. Over the decades, the meaning shifted to the current sense and the screw the pooch wording took the place of the original phrasing.
12880. PelleNilsson - 12/23/2004 8:37:42 PM Judith emerges as the Safire of the Mote! 12881. Ms. No - 12/23/2004 9:03:31 PM That's cool, Juditha! I knew what the phrase meant but I didn't know where it came from. 12882. PelleNilsson - 12/23/2004 10:14:09 PM I'm glad because I just heard on the radio the greatest Christmas song of all time: Elvis's Blue Christmas. His Santa Bring my Baby Back is not bad either. 12883. judithathome - 12/23/2004 11:18:56 PM I've been listening to Sirius radio all day...Classic Blues Artists. Primo stuff! 12884. Ms. No - 12/23/2004 11:43:37 PM Ooh, good stuff, Jude. I've got streaming Radio Paradise going. That's my preferred work listening.
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