A gift from my daughter that I’ve really been enjoying is a book entitled “The Insult Dictionary” by Julie Tibbot. Between the covers are hundreds of obscure, indelicate terms and phrases from ancient days up through modern pop culture. Armed with this new vernacular, I’ll be able to titillate friends and enemies alike.
Here are a couple of examples; “My great aunt is such a thornback, I’ll bet she’s never tipped the velvet.” (thornback ~a spinster; tip the velvet ~ kiss with tongues). “He tottered home late, covered in tears of the tankard, then shot the cat.” (tears of the tankard ~ splashes of beer on a man’s clothing; to shoot the cat ~ to vomit due to excessive alcohol intake).
And here’s a phrase Doug is sure to enjoy; Vice Admiral of the Narrow Seas ~ a drunken man who urinates under the table on his companions shoes.
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“Honey, I think we’re lost.”
“Lost? That’s ridiculous. I’ve never been lost in my life.”
“What about that time we were going from Joplin to Tulsa and wound up in Pensacola?”
“We weren’t lost. The map was folded the wrong way. And that shortcut took us further off course than I expected, but we were never lost.”
“Well, remember our trip to Sea World? I dozed off outside Barstow and when I woke up we were at the Great Salt Flats.”
“Yeah, I knew I should’ve taken that left turn at Albuquerque.”
“Where are we now?”
“Hell if I know.”
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