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March 15, 2006

IRELAND UPDATE

In Ireland, if somebody is a wimp, you call that person, quote, "a big girl's blouse," as in "Ah, you're a big girl's blouse." You can also call such a person "a complete handbag." Speaking of TV shows wherein the president is a complete handbag, there are people in Ireland who keep up with "24," and they cannot BELIEVE what happened to Edgar.

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I'd rather a pgirl's bra, if it's okay with you.

a BIG girl's bra. Sorry about that.

always enjoyed your blog Dave, it's a sick man who can have such fun with the zany world. - dude

One shudders to think what an "incomplete handbag" might be...

they also say things are "pants" as in, it's really pants that edgar croaked.

what about a snappy lad's trousers?

Also, everything over there is Cheers, as in "I have to use the john, response from Irish person- Cheers!"

is it a big girl's blouse or is it a big blouse belonging to a girl? i'm sooo confused.

I got pantsed (or is that panted) once in high school - it was pretty embarrassing for the whole class to see my Winnie the Pooh Underoos

Coast - that was you??

Meanie - still is!! Hard to find them in size "keg beer belly" though.

Alavay-Is that because everything is an occasion to drink something? ;-)

I've often heard the phrase "screaming like a big girl's blouse," so maybe it's a blouse belonging to a big girl and the screaming is where the stitches are strained due to the bigness of the girl?

Maybe?

Maybe not...

Also they call boogers "crusty dragons."

KDF...Because I'm still on my first cuppa, I thought you just said they call BLOGGERS "crusty dragons."
It didn't make sense, but I was managed to be offended anyway.

Pls delete "was" from above post. More coffee...more...

But Betsy, it's almost 10 AM! Come on, let's be bright-eyed and bushy tailed! Where's that sunshiny face? Where's...

*sends self to stand in the corner for two hours*

Betsy! I would never call you a crusty dragon!

Also in Britain, if one is drunk, they're "pissed". I prefer that by far to just being ticked off.

Bali - so what do they call an angry drunken person, pissed² ?

Betsy: I thought you just said they call BLOGGERS "crusty dragons."

Me, too. I wasn't offended...probably too comatose from late night last night. Perhaps I should switch from tea to coffee. Oy!

"a big girl's blouse,"

Reminds me of Arnold's "girly men."

(snorking at myself...oh, I gotta have a cup of coffee)

Boy, seems like everyone around here drinks coffe.

Except when you all are drinking beer, that is.

*goes back to drinking her water and feeling lame*

Jemmy! Jemmy! I'm drinking water! Deer Park! It's waterlicious!

Deer Park? That's good water.

I feel less lame now that I know you're drinking water too.

Like water off a duck's back, Tamara?

*Ducks*
*No, gooses instead*
*No, er.....cuckoos. Yeah.*

Jemmy...don't be silly. I'm still drinking my tea, and after a cup of tea or coffee, I drink water all day. I have a filter on my tap, and I drink that. I rarely drink beer (half a beer makes me sleepy and head achy).

"I feel less lame now that I know you're drinking water too," I said.

Is that middle-school mentality, or what? Exasperated with self, I am.

In England, "water" is also known as "Miller Lite."

Also Ireland.

Well, I can't believe what happened to Edgar, either.

Wait, who's Edgar? Is he the fat guy, or the Hobbit? Does he have ramparts? Should I care?

Also America.

Jemmi:

Water not. Beer. There is no water.
Better, you will feel.

I, personally, speaking for myself, would be proud to be known as a "Crusty Dragon".

A Crusty Dragon ?

Now, if they called a PIMP a "big girl's blouse," that would make more sense; however a big girl's blouse is nothing -- if not accomodating -- so "wimp" seems like a strange analogy. Maybe it's cuz the "big girl's blouse" being hard pressed or "touched," as it were -- I mean, as it is? I may be havin an "aha" moment here...I think. Erst I digress ... Never mind.

*sits dazed and confused."

Herb - you've been hangin' with O.the U, haven't you?

O.theINU(manity)!

Mr.C sed "Does he have ramparts? Should I care?"

If there's no ramparts, what's there to care about!?

Re: beer, I agree most American beer falls into the "put it back in the horse" category. Some of the micro-breweries I've visited have good stuff though. My wife and I were devastated when our favorite MB closed their Houston location, what MUST be Dave's band's Official Watering Hole in the states where they are, the Rock Bottom Brewery.

As for those of you talking about drinking water, I still can't believe anyone would drink it straight. We've been through this before here and it just ain't right.

Ramparts and beer. Beer and ramparts. Beeramparts.

Is there a place I can lie down for a while?

"Crusty Dragon" WBAGNFARB, don't you think?

Mad, I have also been to the Rock Bottom Brewery, in Bethesda. I noticed that unlike other beers, the Rock Bottom beers did not taste utterly disgusting. Unfortunately, to me drinking the beer was like drinking liquid bread, which is still kind of gross.

No hope for the hopeless, I suppose.

Mmmmm... yeasty....

If you get the chance. McNamara is rather beautiful. Its on the north east side of the coast. Wow I can't remember how to spell it.

no, you're right, Alfred - it is indeed "c-o-a-s-t".
And water is for people who don't care what horrible chemicals they're putting into their bodies. That's why I drink pure beer. I treat my body like a temple - a temple to Bacchus.

Jemmy & Mr.C, sounds like you had the unfiltered wheat beer, which was our favorite. It was a good alternative to real German wheat beer. With all the yeast still in there though, I always drink it real fast, just to be sure it doesn't rise out of the glass and escape. THAT would be tragic!

Meanie TB -

Nah . . . I'd never belong to a club that would accept me as a member. But I am hangin' in the wrong places anyway -- if ya know what I mean :-(

*ponders dangling participles*

I had Guinness and grilled cheese in a pub near the Cliffs of Moher once. There was a bunch of men in the back room staring intently at a small tv. Rugby? No. Football (soccer)? No. Tweety Bird cartoons.

Real German Weiβbier - we are now talkin' my language. Especially good with Tweety cartoons.

Herb - pull up your zipper ;-)

Jemmy, this IS middle school. Wanna sit with me at the "cool kids" table in the cafeteria? OK, see ya at lunch, which if I recall correctly was at about 11:30a.m.

Why was that anyway?

If you went to my middle school, it was because the school day ended at 1:30 PM. For "normal" schools, I've never figured out that mystery either. Maybe that's when the teachers get so frazzled that they send the kids to the lunch ladies for an hour, to reduce the urge to bite them.

Maybe that's when the teachers get so frazzled that they send the kids to the lunch ladies for an hour, to reduce the urge to bite them.

*snork* at Jemmy!

"Big girl's blouse" is well understood in most of the English-speaking world, including New Zealand if that qualifies. It's reputed to have originated in the North of England, along with "big Jessie" and "big Mary-Ellen", although my dear wife tends to replace the latter with "big Mary-Kate and Ashley". Handy phrases to refer to a foolish person in the antipodes include "egg", "complete spoon" and "total spanner".

Time for my medication I think.

Bald. I think bald man or baldy will get the ire up from almost any irishman. Also words to avoid when in Ireland: "Hi, How are you?"; "Are those freckles or are you just glad to see me?", and of course the obvious:"God, your wife was right! You ARE a gay looking fellow!"

Mofaux I did laugh at your joke. Ah such merriment.
Speaking of which I have no idea who my wife is. But I would blame her on why I look gay. I mean she did chose out my clothes.
Purple buttoned shirt and yellow tie away. Oh and dark brown pants.

heyyyyyyy, I got a snork.

Cooooooooooooooooool...

gnight.

****AT LAST!!!!!****

late poster here.

where did the word pantywaist come from? i love that one.

farkers like to say 'man up nancy'.

the end

i'm last? yay yippee

I might just now chunder in the dunney as I have a case of the cobbly-wobbles!

Congrats to all of you on being last.

My thoughts exactly, Alfred.

According to my very Irish brother-in-law, in Ireland a good time is called "great crack." Some years ago, he and a friend visiting New York, were in a restaraunt discussing a party that they were going to that evening. "It's going to be great crack at the party tonight," said one of them. They were overheard by two of New York's Finest who followed them to the party and, in fact, found no crack. ISIANMTU!

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