Text exchange with The Boy this week…
daisyfae: What’s the word from your mouthpiece?
The Boy [20 minutes later]: What the fuck are you talking about?
daisyfae: Lawyer?
The Boy: Forgot to call him today. Probably tomorrow. Why did you say ‘mouthpiece’?
daisyfae: That’s what gangsters in 40’s movies called their lawyers!
The Boy: I never heard that before. You’re showing your age. You dames and your jargon…
Tell The Boy he needs to get hip with the lingo
Yeah. i need to get on the blower and take the little palooka to school!
snork!
You really, really need extendo arms so that you can at least tweak his nose. ‘Showing your age indeed’.
boot in his backside would be appropriate!
That kid wouldn’t stand a snowball’s with me! Probably thinks a joint has always been a spliff.
that’s some jargon he probably knows pretty well… we once played a car game to name all sorts of slang words for various things, and “weed” was a fun category!
I refuse to communicate with my own offspring via the abortion that is ‘text-speak’. We do not speak the same language on any wavelength, end of. I take great delight in refusing to move on from the era in which I was happiest growing up in and shall remain here in the past remembering the great days before cell phones and laptops ensured an uninterrupted lunch break.
i find it convenient, but hold to the convention of complete spelling and reasonable grammar, when using text… as do both of my spawn. no “r u on ur way?” kinda crap….
“You dames and your jargon…”
I may have to quote that … 🙂
i like “wooden kimono” (which means ‘coffin’)… bada-bing!
cement shoes? the come-alongs, taking it on the lam… (I grew up on Damon Runyon!)
i think The Boy needs to watch the Maltese Falcon soon because we’re all crackin foxy here right now as it is! xoxoxox
he loved watching old WWII films, but seems to have missed the gangster era! i think he’d like “Maltese Falcon”…
yeah, see? you just wait until some flatfoot takes you downtown. you’ll get your own mouthpiece. 23 skidoo.
let’s bugout of the dugout, and blow this pop stand! bring a deck of Luckies and some hootch!
I know a foxhole, south of the river. Bring yer own fox!
Contemporary gangsters refer to their accountants as their Jews.
ouch. hadn’t heard that one.
And I’d refer to contemporary gangsters as underprivileged sad fucks who never had a decent bowl of chicken soup in their illiterate lives.
Mitzi – i suspect you could school the little punks with a few strategically placed bowls of boiling hot chicken soup!
I’m going down to the diner to get me a stack of wheats (pancakes).
IHOP Harvest Grain and Nut Pancakes make me do crazy things…. bring a stack and you can have your way with me.
You had me at Rooty Tooty Fresh ‘n Fruity.
that’s second on my IHOP list… thankfully, there are none nearby, or i’d weigh a metric ton!
Youse guys crack me up!
we are at our best when we’re behind the eight ball…
This post is aces kitten!
Love to bump gums with my blogroll peeps!
Have your mouthpiece call my mouthpiece.
Huh. That sounded dirty.
“Cheese it! There’s the house dick!” i think that sounded even dirtier!
Ah, applesauce! Tell the boy he’s all wet and if he snaps his cap you’ll take a powder the next time you Ameche him. You’re no fuddy-duddy, Daisyfae. You’re always cookin’ with gas and not khaki wacky like some dolls. Tell him to cast an eyeball and he’ll see that you’re a Fifth Avenue dame who’s a B.Y.T. who’s got her boots on. You can get togged to the bricks and drag a hoof with the best of them. Now you go have some giggle water and tell him to spread out, see?
[wild applause] oh, honey, you win! YOU WIN! This was spectacular! i’ve been struggling to come up with replies, and you just buried it!
No texting here either… but I totally get the slang in all the comments. Guess I’m just one of the old fogies
i used to love the gangster flicks… shown on the 4 o’clock movie program, along with a bit of 1950’s sci-fi and the occasional “Ma and Pa Kettle” or “Three Stooges” flick…
‘Mouthpiece’ – it’s a great expression.
i thought so! was a little disappointed that The Boy didn’t know what it meant!
One of the best comment threads I’ve seen in a while. You raised your spawn to gold, kid.
Having a blast with this – and it was pretty unexpected, which is usually when my wonderful commenter folks step up the game!
“raised my spawn to gold”? well… i like to think so, but i’m still in the camp of “keep him alive til he’s 25” as to when i’ll make the judgment on success or failure…
If he can do “who’s on First” I may have kidnap him. I mean…take him for a trunk ride.
The Boy better watch himself or he’ll be sleeping with the fishes. It’d be this whole ordeal, he’d have to borrow you SCUBA gear, etc. etc.
i’ve been trying to get him to get SCUBA certified… maybe the threat of sleepin’ with fishies would be enough to motivate him!
Ummm, Nursemyra, I think you mean that the boy should get ‘hep to the jive.’ ‘Hip’ came later.
Sheesh…I am really old!
according to The Boy? we’re ALL really old. Whippersnappers… Harumph! and hey, you kids. GET OFFA MY LAWN!