Mom would always say she was "going to town" whenever she went anywhere to shop. She grew up in a small town that only had a general store, so they had to go to a neighboring slightly larger town in order to get anything.
Also, my grandma was very superstitious. My mom always says "my mom used to always say" before telling us whatever superstition we were breaking. I also know what it "means" whenever your palms, ears, eyes, or nose itch, or when you accidentally say someone's name...lol.
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Originally Posted by Frosty:
My grandpa had some interesting swears, like saying someone was full of "sour owl shit" and saying "Judas Priest" when mad (usually drawn out with the accent on the last part, like 'Jew-Duss PRIEST).
That's some funny shit.
My Dad just would not swear. He would make up swear words.
"That old Battle Axe"
"Ding Bing It"
"Now we are fudged"
He would grumble most of it. Reminds me of "The Christmas Story Dad"
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Wisdom from my parents and grandparents:
Well, shit little putty balls!
People in Hell want Ice Water
Pass the bub-bub, bub….
Christ on a Go Kart!
That’s a Hum-dinger!
Jeez Louise!
Hustle makes up for a multitude of sins
He don’t know whether to shit or wind his watch
He’s a dick with ears
Were you born in a barn?
He threw me Uncle Charlie!
She’s got a balcony you can do Shakespeare from!
I’ll slap the taste out of your mouth
He who dealt it smelt it!
Have you got a mouse in your pocket?
Great Googly Moogly!
He’s about as useless as balls on a Priest!
Shit or get off the pot
If you’re feeling froggy…leap!
Lord willing and the creek don’t rise
I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!
You can’t have your cake and eat it too
Don’t let the door hit you where God split you!
How’d you like a knuckle sandwich?
I’d crawl through a mile of broken glass to hear her fart on a pay phone!
Must be jam cause jelly don’t shake like that!
She could make me write bad checks!
You don’t know shit from shinola!
He can't hit his ass with either hand
Jesus H Christmas!!!
You lie like a rug!
He’s lower than a snake’s belly
He’s got ants in his pants!
Shake it more than three times and you’re playin with it
You’re sharp as a tack.
You’re the cat’s pajamas!
You’re slower than molasses in January
Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining!
Don’t spit in the wind
He’s lucky as the day is long
Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
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