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Dear Rumored Intelligence

From the Law Firm of Dewey, Cheetum and Howe

    Yo Man, we be's representing the Canadian Beef Board, and dat ain't funny!

    Yo' ass be's appearing befo' de judge soon, and we gonna bitch-slap you into de middle o' next week!

      Cordially yours,

      Clyde "Crashcup" Dewey, Esq.,

     Grand Poobah, Imperial Wizard, Big Cheese W/Attitude

      Dewey, Cheetum and Howe, Mad Phat Attorneys at Attitude

posted by Rarmcwa on September 23, 2006 at 6:15 AM | link to this | reply

A Brief History of "23-Skidoo"

Dear Tony:

   The limited amount of research I've been able to conduct tells me a couple of things about the origins and literal meaning of the archaic slang phrase, "23-Skidoo."

    "The term was one of approbation, and was traditionally shouted at a breed of American female person called, unaccountably, a 'flapper,' from the 'rumble seats' (?) of petrol-powered Studz Bearcat sports vehicles in the early 20th century.

    "Most Slangologists agree, the decades of the 1920s and 1930s likely comprise the phrase's apogee of popularity. It was employed chiefly by young men - usually inflamed by drink and engaging in a state of being called "riotous living" -  to comment on the suitability for sexual interaction with a given, afore-mentioned 'flapper.'"*

* Dr. Fortescue Elderbath III, Ph.D, L.L.D. B.M.O.C., Q.E.D. quoted from his seminal work, Who Said Silly Things To Whom, and When - Random House, Copyright 1951, 1978, 2006.

   I hope this clears up any confusion on your part. It certainly did not on mine.

posted by Rarmcwa on September 23, 2006 at 6:09 AM | link to this | reply

Rarmcwa

Your racy style, jokes, sarcasm, pun are all so well-woven with fun...that it always makes delightful reading.

posted by Bhaskar.ing on September 23, 2006 at 3:56 AM | link to this | reply

Very funny. Rats indeed.

By the way - apologies if you know and I've not realised - but 23 Skidoo was the name of a band in Britain in the early eighties. They apeared a few times on the John Peel radio show. At least I assumed they were British. Were they American, perhaps? By the way, what the hell does it mean?

posted by Antonionioni on September 23, 2006 at 1:57 AM | link to this | reply

Rarm...great amusing post, and esp. the reference to Canadian mosquitoes

....they do get big taking in all that tainted blood from our mad cows....

posted by Rumor on September 22, 2006 at 7:08 PM | link to this | reply

Dear FP, PDY

    Thank you for your kind words. I hit the Pundster's blog pretty regularly, and will add Flightpath's to my favorites list.

    Shoes for Industry!

    Mark

posted by Rarmcwa on September 22, 2006 at 4:55 PM | link to this | reply

Thanks for reposting this ! Unfortunately, I missed it first time. Henceforth, I will read each and every one of your great posts!      

posted by reasons on September 22, 2006 at 2:15 PM | link to this | reply

I appreciate "knowing" your parents--Brokaw's GREAT GENERATION, yes!

I wish I had rich poetry, Rip Van Winkly stories and heritage...but I make do with what the good lord gave me...and you are generous for the words (humbled before the Word). Shalom Friend!

posted by ILLUMINATI8 on September 22, 2006 at 1:24 PM | link to this | reply

Your Mom, my Mom, and the middle of next week

 Yeah, aren't moms just the best at creative threats? I suspect it has to do with residual bitterness over extended labor pains ... but maybe they're just feisty. I know my own little Mom is, but you gotta love her!

   Thanks for the memories of Lake Cumberland. When I was about 12, Daddy and I took a Man's Vacation there with our next door neighbor, a truly fascinating fellow who was the retired editor of an international farming/agribusiness magazine. Ralph McGinnis his name was, and in addition to gifting me with what he claimed was his officers' dress sword from his days in the French Foreign Legion (it hangs on the wall of our Richmond home to this day ... I've never had it authenticated, but knowing this guy as I did, it is probably of solid provinance), he also invented a quip I read some years later as a Playboy Party Joke.

 A suburban matron was driving by his house and saw him doing yardwork in a thoroughly disreputable shorts and torn T-shirt ensemble. Assuming he was Hired Help, she stopped and inquired what he charged for his yardwork services. He replied, "Oh, I don't take pay. The lady of the house just allows me sex privilages."

 Like my feisty little Mom, you gotta love him!

posted by Rarmcwa on September 22, 2006 at 8:15 AM | link to this | reply

The Cousins come through yet again!

   "23 Skidoo" darn well ought to be the name of a rock band! Glad to hear you Cousins are keeping up the grand tradition of meaningful wordplay!

   My own psycho-rock band is named "Ellis and the D-25s" (get it?)

 Their non-hits include "Blues Parable" (the story of a woman who flips out behind a massive load of cheap speed and cheaper liquor and starts shooting at Jesus, Kant, Christ, Lao-Tze and Mohammud in the kitchen of the narrator), "Mr. Entropy Jones" (Satan in all his wretched glory: Sample verse:

"Entropy/Dragging down the average/Entropy/Writing all our songs/Entropy/Old and bent and ravaged/But you know he'll live forever ... if it takes that long!")

 and "Milk and Honey" (a ditty of existential dispair tempered by extreme joy, crafted after my 1974 suicide attempt: sample verse-

"He wears no clothes, and he wears no pain/ as he walks to his grave in the rain/ Because he only believes in time ... in the sweet, everlasting rythm of time ... / I went for milk and honey/ Came back bringing wine / I never asked permission just to stand in line/ No I never asked permission just to stand in line .. "

    I'm awfully pleased to meet you. And I love your driftwood dragon ... reminds me of a bit of driftwood decor my Mom and Dad had hung over our fireplace when I was a lad. It looked a hell of a lot like a wolf attacking a rather large snake.

    Thanks for spurring the memory. I hadn't thought of that little God-sculpture in a dog's age.

 

posted by Rarmcwa on September 22, 2006 at 8:09 AM | link to this | reply

Very funny......

A fellow Kentuckian?   Remember now, Ohio used to be a colony of Kentucky..then we gave them their independence....they celebrate the event by driving down to Lake Cumberland on weekends and pillaging the area.......

Mom always used a line when I made her really angry......."I'm gonna knock you into the middle of next week?"   I had no idea she was into time travel......

Another that I use from time to time on trips with my groups is.....The food here is so good it'll make your "tongue smack your brains out"..............

posted by Corbin_Dallas on September 22, 2006 at 7:27 AM | link to this | reply

23 Skidoo was a band over here. (UK) They're probably still going.

Language is perennially fascinating, both the slang developments and the regional variations.

posted by _dave_says_ack_ on September 22, 2006 at 6:45 AM | link to this | reply