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Stoaty Weasel, what a post!

Wow! I had an anglophilic childhood, and read a fair amount of English trash detective fiction as a result but I can’t remember ever stumbling across that one. . although I suppose, if I had seen it once or twice at widely spaced intervals, it might not have registered. Anyway, it is certainly, um, weird.

I like it, here’s a few.

Holy Stoat Weasel!
Stoat Weasel on a crutch!
You couldn’t tell the difference between a Stoat Weasel and shinola.
Sure, I want a bite of that Stoat Weasel sandwich.
Yeah, go ahead and Stoat Weasel that chicken.
Go Stoat Weasel yourself!

This could be fun 🙂

Oh come on, who hasn’t turned up drunk to a party and pissed in the piano? It’s not as bad as crapping in the aspidistra.

For way way too long we have needed a new curse word(s)!
All of the others have run completely out of steam.
Good use terms, Allen!
Thank you Ms. S.W. for your benevolence.

Fertilizing the aspidistra is biodynamic. And lets the polar bears live. And drives the Repukes nuts. All good reasons to do your part.

Your lordship! Good to see you on my humble blog. Sorry we’re all cussing tonight.

I had always wondered but was too lazy to bother with looking. I remember hearing it on a “Red Dwarf” episode and thought it was funny. In fact, I may have uttered it a few times myself. Such a service you provide SWeasel!

Oh come on, who hasn’t turned up drunk to a party and pissed in the piano?

Pretty much any woman. . .

Can’t hark my cry – 🙂

Um. I am old, and my aged eyes distinguish detail poorly. . .but I’m going to assume that is a generally benevolent weasel face rather than the other sort. . .thankee, sir!

That’s the one!

And no, I can’t make out those inscrutable faces, either.

🙂 😉 🙁

Pah!

Some might not be aware, but in a large portion of the South (at least in North Carolina), ‘John Brown’ is used the same way – always as a negative. Its just cultural at this point b/c I’m quite sure not all of the people I’ve heard say it even know who he was.

Would you believe I own a large plaster bust of John Brown, complete with noose? No particular political statement there, I just liked the sculpture.

Never heard him used as an expletive, though.

There’s always Sam Hill.

Nice. He was obviously well hated for many many years.
As for his name. I’ve heard it used as;
John Brown it! (in place of dad gum it) and
Where is that John Brown (insert item here).

“Pretty much any woman. . .”

I need to start hanging out with classier broads.

Not really a matter of class–but if you are drunk enough to WANT to piss in the piano, the chances of being able to climb up and assume the necessary stance are minimal at best. . .

I’m pretty sure any woman you accurately call “broad” by definition ceases to be classy.

Are you kidding? These gals can nail a punchbowl from across a crowded room. Now that’s classy!

Christopher, there’s more than one kind of class; sounds as if this is one of the other kinds. But then, as it also sounds as if it would be impossible for there to be classier broads, David has no need to change his hanging out habits, so that works out good, n’est-ce pas? Although I’m still puzzling over the mechanics of what he describes, gravity being what it is. . .

Stoatyweezels! I was about to comment something about Barack Obama and Pig Knickers, but thought better of it.

But mostly I just wanted to post some Stoatyweezel home movies I found on the nets this last weekend.
http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=0e2_1264829498

I have a feeling David Attenborough is a Badger-House neighbor and a reader.

Fantastic footage, EZ. I love watching the little bastards run. Bobbidy bobbidy bobbidy.

Did you notice the dozens of other rabbits standing around watching, like, “duh-wut?”

I see your larger brothers are facing a little decline.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/earth/hi/earth_news/newsid_8494000/8494397.stm
The article doesn’t mention them living in England, though I understand y’all had a little snowpack there for a while. Maybe somebody will offer them asylum.

When Costa Ricans (and, I gather, most other Central & South Americans) sneeze, they make it come out “Washington!”

Ok, so I’m blathering, albeit slightly tangentially. Sue me.

No, James. No wolverines. Biggest we can manage are some pine martens. Well, not counting badgers (who really resent being considered part of the weasel family).

My dad used to sneeze “horseshit!” jw. Easy habit to pick up. Bad habit for a teenaged girl.

It explains much, however. 🙂

Wikipedia says that “Gordon Bennett!” is an expression of incredulity. Which I guess would translate into modern USian as “Yeah, right.” (The rare case in which a double positive makes a negative.)

He did not stay in Europe for long after fleeing the country forever. Everybody in Newport knows the story of how Bennett built the Casino after being thrown out of the Reading Room because of the equestrian antics of his guest, Captain “Sugar” Candy. Redwood Library lists him as a Newport Notable. The level of benign nuttiness in this town has subsided sadly in these waning latter days. Too many bien-pensant Democrats, that’s the problem right there.

Also: Worldwide Words on the expression of incredulity.