Nifty
Moon pie and an RC Cola Satan get thee behind me. That is good for what ails you. Honey, sugar, sweet heart |
Two shakes of a lambs tail. |
Grody to the max!
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Honey pie baby darlin
Oh law! Lawsy Maude! Well you win the plaid rabbit! |
So basically everything but fu_k is old fashioned? |
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. |
I'm 55 and routinely use "Heavens to Murgatroyd!"
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I grew up hearing the expression “cotton pickin” fairly often (like “are you out of your cotton pickin mind?”) and try hard to repress that memory as it seems to be considered offensive now. Me, too. It is a euphemism for “g-d d-mn” and I always thought it was cute—never realized that it could be considered offensive (especially compared to the actual swear words). |
It's a big, deep pimple. My Silent Gen mother told me this one. And I didn't make a mistake. It really is whore and not horror! |
I say I'm in a pickle a lot. |
Now we're talking! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! |
It’s ok to spell out god damn. |
She speaks yet she says nothing! |
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. |
Noice |