Ejaculations ...

You're a terrific addition to A2k, Truthyness - landsakesalive!

Assume that's your dog in the pic and that he's named ossobuco? That's a great name for a great big Alsatian.

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Let's see if I can live up to it!

I don't know how it got spelled that way, but I've always heard "Laws-a-mussy!" It's elided slang for "Lord have mercy!, a common thing to say in a more religion-oriented time...

That's Pacco, my late mourned corgi. My screen name, Ossobuco, is the result of a few-second decision years ago that I've rather regretted, but it's too late now. The cow is out of the barn.

Great ceasers ghost!
Perry White of superman fame made that popular I think.

Bloody hell!
An Aussie ejaculation. (One of many.)

Hi Wy,
Thanks for the Mercy part, the "Lawks" I'd worked out. It's used a lot in English Lit, Dickens even perhaps.

It would be fun pin-pointing key moments when one or other especially entertaining ejaculation is quipped. Your know, in literature, film, theatre or TV.

But hang on, now I come to think of it, there is a the legendary character who's celebrity is entirely due to his remarkable and hysterically funny skill at expostulating and that's Captain Haddock! In fact there's a dictionary of his sayings and expostulations and it's on my bookshelf. Sadly I don't believe the work work exists in translation.

In creating the Haddock character Hergé succeeded in elevating ejaculation to a pure ART form while cunningly bundling culture and erudition into many of the references. Cunning because of course the effect on our good sailor's fans (children) was to drive them scurrying to the dictionary/encyclopaedia to discover their meanings.

I've been meaning to find myself an Hergé forum for some time, now I think I'll go and do it.

By Wy

Osso, never say never, just reincarnate. I'm thinking of doing the same while there is time, so as to, get the spelling of the Alias right! grrrrr. "Its Lisa with an I not Lysa with a y" in the words of the famous song!

And as Aa recently pointed out, orthodoxy dictates that I show respect to my great Idol by spelling his majestic parodies of the English language correctly. Its TruthIness not Truthyness.

But then again do we really care? Ossobuco's fine by me, in fact it makes my mouth water! And as I've had occasion to point out in other threads, there are Shelaghs and Sheilas ... and so on ... though perhaps on 2nd thoughts in that particular case it is very probably advisable/desirable to leave sleeping Sheelas lie!!!!!!!!!!

Bests

Hmmmm DP, reckon you can do better :wink:

Off at a tangent again: was DP an anagram or is it an Ozzie word to describe a good parent? Sorry for being obtuse! I didn't quite catch the explanation you proffered in another thread.

BTW we're on extra hours in this neck of the woods tonight (switching to DST)

I'm fond of "smeg" in all its forms...and "F@ck me rigid".

I reckon you'll be hard pushed to better Lawksamussy dl. It's tip top.

I see if my Captain Haddock dictionary of swear words exists in English, if it does there'll be some mileage there.

In recent times, it must be cartoon characters that are the best sources for entertaining ejaculations.

Dad is what I am. Pad is also what I am.

For some reason I want to swing on into green eggs and ham.

Pad, Dad, In box. I wopuld not eat them with a fox.

....and you never said where you were located. Imprecision is allowable.

Says you and whose army?

Struth! What did I say?

Imprecision?

Would not eat?

Doggerel


Curiosity killed the .... miaou ...

But if 't were curiosity
you would have clicked to look and see

Its wrote and mentioned many times
and now I must to other lines.

Btw: so yer Irish eh? oz Irish?

I though you were Canberra man,
But Melbourne is more likely than ...
You've trapped me in this dratted verse
And everyone will spit and curse

But I'll get out of this poor meter
No sheep am I nor any bleater

Was there an answer in your clue
on Dr. Seuss, to what you do?

And as for me the question iiiiiis:

Does she live in gay Paree,
or in a house or up a tree
Does her city have to rhyme
with anything in this dumb line...

Okay, okay I'll show my mussels
So we can stop these silly tussels,
Not eggs, not ham but something green
a brassica might help you glean
The place I haunt though do not sprout
For fear that you should find me out!

Ee ee ee ee ee ee ee eek
This awful doggerel is a freak!




Ok can I stop now!!!!!!!!!!

Could it be the notion of self appointing one's self as arbiter for the collective that triggers those whip-lash queries from DL (cf: imprecision allowable)

PS: I'm tired, can anyone set me right viz. the 'one's' 'who's' rule. I'm always floundering on them, - it's on account of no Latin you see. Subject, Object predicate. Well I can't remember, it's been a while since I learned any of dem tings.

Osso, Im so sory about the loss of Pacco.
"Those of us who choose to share our lives with lives briefer than our own, though we suffer at their good-byes, wed have it no other way"

Thats a line that our vet sends us whenever a pet departs.


As far as an ejaculation, a manager of a drill pipe yard in Morgan City always used to say in deep frustration whenever orders or pipe lengths got screwed up.

Holy-Jesus Coupacaroo (I spelled Coupa caroo phonetically) I have no idea what it meant except it was a local Cajun shout out that like F88k, filled many categories of ejaculata.

Osso, me too I didn't realize the animal parted from you recently. Though I'm not certain about the maxim that time heals. Bruiser, the cat I got landed with one day 15 years ago, died young of a heart disease. A tricky death due to rampant savage incompetence on the part of the veterinarian.

For 11 years I was without, unable to bear the thought of going through the trauma again. Then this little ball of mischief turned up on the street one day, a mature kitten... He was after something that was for sure.

Weeell he picked his victims wisely. Today, the beast, Titi, rules this household with a rod of iron, and has done for 4 years or so (I hate counting, as, in the normal run of things, his life's shorter than ours). He is a demanding disciplinarian. His word goes. Got that? We know and we obey.

Trouble is when he arrived 11 years after Bruiser's death, to my horror for the first year or more, the pain, and I mean real, violent, searing pain, of the memory of his predecessor, was awakened. It struck so violently as to floor me.

The beasts we lose are like shards of glass lodged deep in the ventricles of the heart. No surgery can ever remove them. In this household, I am not afraid to say, our animals are venerated.

I see you truthyness. Send chocolate..... immediatly!


Dagnabit! (the token ejaculation) another cat person.

I show my true enviromental colours by saying all cats should be inside animals, or caged in large runs in the backyard. They are killing machines when allowed to roam. Here in OZ, they, along with the fox and man himself, are responsible for the demise of many many small Australian animals and birds.
I can't say I enjoy shooting as a sport its just necessary in order to reduce the ferral cat population.
That will cause a stir in the population I'm sure.


Pad is a family moniker or rather portion thereof. No irish in this boy, born bread and died in the wool Aussie. We don't lean at all on heritage in our family, though if you must know the peerage figures long long years past.

He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,
Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough,
Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,
The man that holds his own is good enough.
And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,
Where the river runs those giant hills between;
I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,
But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."

excerpt from; The Man from Snowy River
AB Patterson.

Fraid DP that this:


.... successfully excludes you from the chance of receiving any speciality survival packs from these waters ... EVER.

And the view seems so gloriously blinkered too. "True environmental colours ..." that's a give-away statement for starters.
as is "That will cause a stir in the population I'm sure."

Australian cat killing Australian bird... Gosh! The phenomenon's even happening there! But I fear the threat of extinction of small wild animals and birds fades into insignificance as compared with the actual extinction of an entire race of humans that roamed the land before! (very ouch!)

You guys number something like zero humans(?)/per sq mile I thought, so can't you spare 'em their space when there's an entire continent to chose from? I mean really! These animals have protected man from famine and pestilence for millennia.

And even if they are killers in the wild, so what? That's the law of nature my friend. Far rather they (should that be them btw?) than any human savagery, - today I might mention cheating stock brokers, or warring lunes in Iraq, not to think of the entire agri-pharma circus- But here's a whole chain of issues best left well alone.

So it makes sense, in terms of priority management, to channel one's energies to criss-crossing the continent in search of feral cats to shoot when the agri-pharma lobby's on the rampage. No worries, go ahead! Fiddle while Rome burns why don't you!

And to conclude:
today, in densely populated W. Europe, these precious beasts are the supreme companion animal, fast overtaking the dog statistics show. They adapt, delight and do nothing but good to millions of ordinary people, medicine shows. [/i][/quote]

Right, moving right along there to (hopefully) safer ground:



Yup, that's a good'n ... deffo.



Arise Sir Pad