Showing posts with label Word from the bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Word from the bird. Show all posts

Friday, August 31, 2018

Too Much Aggravation

I use Google as my browser (as opposed to God is my Co-Pilot) for much of my on-line spelunking (don't tell Pantload 45 or he'll cry (louder)) though on many occasions I do cruise through some neighborhoods with Microsoft's Edge.

When I'm using the latter I come across stuff that sometimes proves to be more click-bait than worthwhile but this one's title, "100 Slang Terms from the 20th Century No One Uses Anymore," caught my eye, and its content held my interest. 

Mom used to use "cruisin' for a bruisin'" and in the days of the old school-yard we used to beat feet to get away from the sixth graders at recess, but much of the terminology amused and bemused me (even the stuff, surprisingly before my time) or, in by-gone parlance, really razed my berries.
-bill kenny  

Mr. Watson to the Bakelite Phone

Once a month, I have to order my peritoneal dialysis supplies. The folks I get them from tell me the dates on their website, send me emails ...