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figure of speech
i was just sitting here remembering some of the hairbrained figures of speech my mother used to use. my two favorites are as follows:
"like a cow pissing on a flat rock" this is a very specific description of a particular type of rain. if you imagine the described phenomenon, you'll probably recognize the type of rainstorm concerned. "funnier than a rubber crutch" the way in which this one was used led me to believe that, apparently, there is no higher form of humor than watching an invalid struggling with an undependable and dangerous substitution for valid medical equipment. it struck me as oddly cruel and bizarre as a standard of humor. please share your colorful and/or odd figures of speech, real or imagined. in-depth analysis optional.
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This one is predominantly used in New Brunswick. I wouldn't be surprised to hear it used elsewhere, but I hear tell that apparently it originated with us:
Happy as a pig in sh*t That phrase always struck me as odd. Because as we all know, pigs like mud, because they don't have sweat glands, and mud helps them regulate their temperature on hot days. So if a pig were in mud, I"m sure he'd be quite content. But sh*t? If a pig were in sh*t, he would probably have the same reaction as any other animal short of a dung beetle or something, namely, "what the fvck am I doing in this sh*t?" I don't imagine he'd be pleased. |
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...but... only when he hungers... Pig's in Zen...
Anyway, Useless as tits on a teddy bear is the characteristically somewhat cryptic favourite from my oldest bestest friend, and while I have adopted her Up and down like a whore's pants on payday as my own, I must confess my shameless theft, Twiggy.
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My Dad's phrase:
his mouth walks like a duck's ass only I can't translate it properly, because I can't find the correct verb (the Hungarian mouthwalk here denotes a mindless, annoying flow of words) It brings back pictures of my Grandma's yard: ducklings producing liquid, foul-smelling green sh*t, happily shaking their butt after the act and walking away pretending nothing happened. Unfortunately, it reminds me of one of my colleagues as well: she would amble in, pour on us a waterfall of malice and then walk away, leaving behind the unpleasant smell of her presence. |
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logorrhea
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waaaaaaa :)
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The only thing that comes to my mind now (and that always causes non-Bavarians to giggle or look a bit puzzled) is
rejoice like a schnitzelI have no idea why of all things schnitzels are supposed to have such a bright mood ![]() |
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price of fish in our neck of the woods.
SHE'S the cat's mother. the perfectly perpendicular direction to take in any mother-child argument. ![]() |
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Couldn’t pour piss from a cowhide boot with complete directions on the heel.
Plain Talk William Jay Smith “There are people so dumb,” my father said, “They don’t know beans from an old bedstead. They can’t tell one thing from another, Ella Cinders from Whistler’s Mother, A porcupine quill from a peacock feather, A buffalo-flop from Florentine leather. They don’t know their ass from a sassafras root And couldn’t pour piss from a cowhide boot With complete directions on the heel.” That’s how he felt – that’s how I feel.
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she's crazy, or a few sandwiches short of a picnic - don't get her mad or she'll jump on you like ugly on an ape.
as for stupid - he's a dim bulb, doesn't have all his neurons firing at once, dumb as a doorknob while "she's pretty as the capital letter S." Thanks Auntie, I'd forgotten all about "well, I'll swan." What a strange thing to say, isn't it really? Funny how a little phrase can conjure up a whole person. a rejoinder to something completely over-the-top stupid and silly in our household when we're joking around is "Ape laughs, we have fun!" For some reason, this just tickles family members and starts the laughing all over again. My best friends (who are Venezuelan) used to feed me as a starving college student. Even if I couldn't stay and visit for long, they'd insist that I sit down and eat, saying "Indio comido, Indio ido" Sorry if that's misspelled - I don't speak much Spanish, unfortunately, but it translates to "Indian eats, Indian leaves."
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he's pulling the horse-hide means he's asleep, I have no idea, why. On second thoughts, it might something connected with the noise.
to threw out the fox-hide means to vomit, maybe because of colour-related associations. |
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Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
(most things are) Dumber than a sack of hammers. Looks like she's been beaten with an ugly stick.
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Another variation is what's that got to do with the price of tea in China?
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As nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs
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I love this thread.
I high-tailed it in here like an eight-legged dog. |
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how could I forget thick as a brick shithouse?
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