sayings lost with age

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

The king is dead, god save the king.

[Clovis Man]

I thought that was --

The king is dead, long live the king. Right???

[Toxic515]

Fanta.. Remember Nehi Peach soda? MMM, Texas summers with Nehi peach and a Baby Ruth. That's the bee's knees... or um, the bomb... or something.

[Wullie]

That idjit don't know whether he's windin his watch or stroppin his razor.

[Argonaut]

I'd be on that like a chicken on a junebug!

[Miles]

My grandfather calls the fridge an ice-box. He also keeps his brogans in the breezeway.

Oh, and what's a jackanapes (as in slack-jawed jackanapes)? Is that like a jackalope?

[oc_in_fw]

My grandfather calls the fridge an ice-box. He also keeps his brogans in the breezeway.

Oh, and what's a jackanapes (as in slack-jawed jackanapes)? Is that like a jackalope?

Very few today would understand the oncept of an ice box, or the conundrum in Hank Williams's lyrics- " my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't get no beer".

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

I thought that was --

The king is dead, long live the king. Right???

You are right. T.v. And iPad, do not help concentration. I am shaking about scotus decision

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

Early Americans really did not care what anybody thought about their love of alcohol. As a Georgian wrote: "If I take a settler after my coffee, a cooler at nine, a bracer at ten, a whetter at eleven and two or three stiffners during the forenoon, who has any right to complain?"

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

Colonial Americans, at least many of them, believed alcohol could cure the sick, strengthen the weak, enliven the aged, and generally make the world a better place. They tippled, toasted, sipped, slurped, quaffed, and guzzled from dawn to dark.
Many started the day with a pick-me-up and ended it with a put-me-down. Between those liquid milestones, they also might enjoy a midmorning whistle wetter, a luncheon libation, an afternoon accompaniment, and a supper snort. If circumstances allowed, they could ease the day with several rounds at a tavern.
The last two from Colonial Williamsburg web site.

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

​Bread and circus

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

I have not yet begun to fight

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

peccavi, I have Sind

[Neognosis]

Get bent.

[Shakey-and-twitchy]

Get bent.

I beg you pardon...

[dpm802]

Colonial Americans, at least many of them, believed alcohol could cure the sick, strengthen the weak, enliven the aged, and generally make the world a better place. They tippled, toasted, sipped, slurped, quaffed, and guzzled from dawn to dark.
Many started the day with a pick-me-up and ended it with a put-me-down. Between those liquid milestones, they also might enjoy a midmorning whistle wetter, a luncheon libation, an afternoon accompaniment, and a supper snort. If circumstances allowed, they could ease the day with several rounds at a tavern.

Colonial Americans also believed that tomatoes were poisonous, and refused to eat them. They were wrong about tomatoes, but they got the alcohol part spot on.

[airmech]

Very few today would understand the oncept of an ice box, or the conundrum in Hank Williams's lyrics- " my bucket's got a hole in it, I can't get no beer".

I have ongoing fun with my youngest since I call it an ice box which he responds that it doesn't have any ice in it but, the freezer does!!!

Tom

[Clovis Man]

Yeah, it's funny how things stay with you. I remember we had an actual ice box when I was very young, but we got our first refrigerator when I was about three. I STILL call it an ice box, however, even though I don't know where I could buy a 50-pound chunk of ice to go in it!

[ouch]

I have a fondness for nicknames of prison. The lamer the better.

The clink, the slammer, the stir, the pokey, the pen, the grey motel, and my personal favorite, the hoosegow.

[Miles]

I have a fondness for nicknames of prison. The lamer the better.

The clink, the slammer, the stir, the pokey, the pen, the grey motel, and my personal favorite, the hoosegow.

Don't forget "the big house" and "up the river".