Lies Your Parents Told You
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
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On walking the dog...
lots of wasteland near me - old, flooded mineshafts. TOver the years they've turned into lakes. Me n' me pop were out walking the dog when my age was such that reproduction as a concept hadn't cropped up. We saw, (what I now recognise as), one frog mounting another. During their passion, however, they'd obviously been run over by a trail bike - still alive but they weren't gonna lead separate lives anymore. I asked Dad something along the lines of- "Why's one frog on top of the other". He replied, "Frog's have to travel a long way to get to different ponds, so they give each other piggybacks when they get tired". Quite a sweet, Beatrix Potter-like explanation, really. Pity that I also remember that Dad lobbed the Play-Doh'ed toads into the middle of the lake....
( , Thu 15 Jan 2004, 23:53, Reply)
lots of wasteland near me - old, flooded mineshafts. TOver the years they've turned into lakes. Me n' me pop were out walking the dog when my age was such that reproduction as a concept hadn't cropped up. We saw, (what I now recognise as), one frog mounting another. During their passion, however, they'd obviously been run over by a trail bike - still alive but they weren't gonna lead separate lives anymore. I asked Dad something along the lines of- "Why's one frog on top of the other". He replied, "Frog's have to travel a long way to get to different ponds, so they give each other piggybacks when they get tired". Quite a sweet, Beatrix Potter-like explanation, really. Pity that I also remember that Dad lobbed the Play-Doh'ed toads into the middle of the lake....
( , Thu 15 Jan 2004, 23:53, Reply)
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