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I have 2 dogs & I was buying a large bag of Pal at Big W and standing inline at the check out.
A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Pal Diet again although I probably shouldn’t because I’d ended up in the hospital last time, but that I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV’s in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Pal nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry & that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.
Horrified, she asked if I’d ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no; it was because I’d been sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me.
I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.
I think what others are trying to tell you here is that the proper expression is “kit and kaboodle.”
Now, I realize that “kit and kaboodle” doesn’t make very much sense, and that the entire time you have grown up you were possibly thinking that people were saying “kitten kabootle,” but they weren’t.
If you do a Google check you’ll find that “kit and kaboodle” has 315,000 hits, while “kitten kabootle” has 0 (although “kitten kaboodles” does get 61,000).
Are you taking the piss, or just being wilfully ignorant? If someone politely corrects a mistake, accept it with good grace and chalk it up to learning; don’t continue to insist that you’re right. What the hell would a “kitten kabootle” be?
I had this inflicted on me as a small child.
We were eating dinner and I was rather slow. So, my mom told me to speed up, because, after all I wasn’t going to be fed dinner again until the next day.
I started bawling and remained unconsolable for quite a while, as my parents frantically tried to explain to me that there were other meals in between, while I was afraid of having been threatened with starvation.
Oh Man, thanks for that! I’ve been laughing for five minutes…very well told.
And, it’s the “whole kit and kaboodle”, though there is this nibbling bit of food for thought.
For that matter, what the hell does “kit and kaboodle” mean?
Anyway, this is a really weird thread to find somebody being taken to task like that.
Yup. There’s even a Cecil column about it!
The other night I looked up squirrel skinning on Youtube and found quite a few yummy videos.
I was recently introduced to a woman who must have thought I looked familiar, because she asked, “Where do I know you from?”
I said, “From prison. Don’t even pretend like you don’t remember me.” And before I could even finish the sentence and smile, indicating the joke, she took me seriously and became Very Unhappy with me.
Several years ago, I decided to leave the glamorous world of retail management for something a little more lucrative and fulfilling.
So I’m sitting in the little closet we affectionately called an office, trying to piece together a nice generic resignation letter on the computer. One of the other managers is also in there eating her lunch and ribbing me about how much trouble I’m having with such a simple task, so I explain to her that it would be easy except that I’m trying to format it so the first letter of each line spells out an obnoxious message like “Fuck you, I quit!”.
The next day, the store manager and the district manager pull me aside to earnestly explain to me how disrespectful my attitude is, and how the fact that I’m leaving doesn’t give me license to badmouth the company or its employees. Apparently, not only did the other manager not get the joke, she ratted me out to the boss who ALSO missed the joke.
Oy. Made me feel even better about leaving, though (and I’d already been feeling pretty damn good about it).
Aaaactually, just to beat the dead horse some more, it’s “kit and caboodle”. There is no such word as “kaboodle” (or rather, there is, but it’s a brand name for a variety of sites/products).
Kit:
S: (n) kit (a case for containing a set of articles)
S: (n) kit, outfit (gear consisting of a set of articles or tools for a specified purpose)
Caboodle:
S: (n) bunch, lot, caboodle (any collection in its entirety) “she bought the whole caboodle”
So, basically “kit and caboodle” means you didn’t just buy it hook, line and sinker… you went for the fishing rod and tackle box too. 
Something similar happened to me! Before my wedding, I was with my fiancee and her mother in a gift shop - they were looking for gifts for the bridesmaids. I came across a butt-ugly, gold-painted horse lamp and made a comment like “Boy, I’ve never seen ANYTHING like this!” Well, the day of the wedding my fiancee gave me a “groom’s gift” - it was the lamp!
It’s currently in a box in the basement. Barf!
Laughing.
Didn’t see all the responses to this. I just saw the post and responded.
Good grief! Overreact (and misunderstand) much??? :eek:
OK, my own:
As you guys know, our oldest child is referred to hereabouts as Dweezil. This is of course just his board nickname, one of long standing when I jokingly referred to him by that name when he was just a fetus.
We were out to dinner with a friend, and I referred to the impending baby as Dweezil. The friend looked utterly horrified. He genuinely thought we were gonna saddle the poor kid with “Dweezil”* for a name. We howled.
*which is utterly ridiculous. We named him Percy Evelyn Featherstonehaugh…
Then there was the time I was on a team doing work for a major governmental agency. The head of IT there was J----- D------. The one and only time I met him, I most assuredly referred to him as “Mr. D.”, I was not on a first name basis. One day, I was in my office, and my boss was there talking to me about something, when my husband phoned. As I was in the middle of something, I sorta blew him off, rather brusquely.
But as I hung up, I said “Goodbye, Mister D-----”.
The look on my boss’s face was PRICELESS. He genuinely thought I’d just blown off the head of IT at the major government agency. When I started howling, he realized that this fellow would in no way ever phone me, as I wasn’t even on his radar - think the president of GM calling a mail clerk.
Typo Knig was pretty confused as well. I phoned him later that day and explained, much to his relief.
Yes, by many people, for a long time, all over the internet.
Sigh,
If it were a mistake, I would accept the correction with good grace. However, I know that there is no such thing as kitten kabootle. I chose to use that phrase on purpose, which Is why I corrected the post that ‘corrected’ me. I am neither willfully ignorant (in this case) or insisting that I am right.
I am, or so I thought, allowed to use a phrase that amuses me and is not derogatory. I chose that particular pair of words because:
1: I like it
and
2: WHOOSH! (take a look at the damn thread title)
I appreciate the clarification in your post, however I was well aware that there is no kitten kabootle. Thanks for the fighting of ignorance anyhow.
Cheers.
Small child in a public bathroom: “What’s that?”
Me: “Urinal cake.”
Small child: “It doesn’t taste like cake.”
Stranger: :eek:
I think “Kabootle” would be an excellent name for a kitten.
I hate you, Milkman Dan.