Hell’s bells is a favorite of mine.
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My 88yo grandma just asked my youngest cousin if she was "going steady" with anyone |
I will sometimes describe people as “off their feed” when they’re out of sorts or not themselves |
Go pound sand |
That the first thing that came to mind for me, older gen x Also, I'm sure this is pretty regional... my Norwegian grandma said "uff da" and my Minnesota gen x cousins all adopted it as just "uff" |
I also picked up oofta from my Norwegian grandparents. |
I say "Rats" and "For crying out loud."
My dad says "Go suck an egg" - but only to dogs. |
I love “word”. Also “dang”. Freakin’ replaces fcking. |
No, he's Vietnamese, as I said. |
What in the Sam Hill?? |
Geez Louise
Hold your horses |
“Don’t have a conniption” is a favorite of mine. |
I have no idea where he heard this, but I was driving with my then 6 year old in the car a few years ago and I said, “oh there’s a police car there I better slow down” and he was like “THE FUZZ!” Like he was some 1920s gangster running illegal whiskey during prohibition. I lost my sh** I was laughing so hard. |
I say lots of old phrases. I mix up a lot of them too, but not just old ones. I jumble the heck out of them, making hybrid idioms or creating new ones. I also say things like “in a timely fashion,” and sub in random words for curse words like son of a biscuit. Don’t get me wrong, I love to curse too. These are in addition to cursing, not completely replacing foul language. It’s fun to be expressive with colorful language. |
I love these. In our household you can hear:
Mother of Pearl! Son of a biscuit eater! I’ll see you next Tuesday! Calling someone a nincompoop (from my kids!) and somehow “Good brain sir” (always “sir” never lasy or ma’am) |