Big Dick’s Halfway Inn out in S Dak Been there it is an actual place. or was about 1999 or so.
Brown nosing came from the idea that one is following the boss so closely that when he stops one’s nose gets into his butt, or so my daddy said to me about 1960 or so.
But what’s a cow orker?
Thunk that was a short sword.
Playing hide the sausage!
Beaver College was an all women’s school.
Back in high school, some smart aleck in math class would always say:
"Wanna maximize the function of my natural log?"
Penal complex.
Plowing the asphalt.
I can never see the word “ballcock” without hearing it in my head in the voice of Stephen Fry. “Ball… cock.”
Earlier today Mrs. J. said to me: “Those are the giblets…back off.”
Spatchcocking.
I remember our professor in Dutch class said to but your tongue on your uvula to pronounce this word, and i said I thought only girls had those, and a girl announced she didn’t think she could reach hers with her tongue.
Lickety-split
The “shoot off” tournament that took place in my region every year when I was in middle school - it was a contest where participants would be allowed to attempt a certain number of foul shots (basketball) with the best shooters advancing on to the next level. It began by school, then district, county, state, etc. all the way to a final tournament at Boston Garden, which was where the Celtics and Bruins both played at the time. I’ve forgotten the details, but doing well somehow led to money being donated to Easter Seals.
The icing on the cake was during morning announcements when my Ben Steinesque vice principal would encourage all middle school boys to come to the gym at the specified time and “shoot off” - and be sure to tell your friends! It was also made clear that our families were more than welcome to attend in order to cheer us on.
I bought Mrs. Napier a DNA test for family history tracing, but the sample kit required lots of saliva, which she thought she may not be able to do. One morning we opened it all and she managed to fill the test vial, and we sent it from the Post Office and then went to a nice restaurant for lunch, and while there she said in a loud voice “That was really fun this morning, dear. I’m glad I had enough saliva!” So I said back even louder, “Oh, sweetie, that was incredible!!”
Cock a leekie soup.
Spotted Dick.
Last year I had a variety case of Flying Dog beer in the fridge. My gf’s mom loved the oyster stout. I had the honor of asking her if she’d like a Pearl Necklace. I believe someone eventually explained the laughter to her.
Cornhole tournament.
“Fireworks in rear”
Sign on the front of a little country market that had a fireworks sales area set up out back in the run up to the 4th of July.