{"id":15,"date":"2008-07-11T07:53:03","date_gmt":"2008-07-11T12:53:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/?page_id=15"},"modified":"2009-01-19T23:07:28","modified_gmt":"2009-01-20T04:07:28","slug":"normisms-sayings-from-grandpa-norm","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/?page_id=15","title":{"rendered":"Normisms (sayings from Grandpa Norm)"},"content":{"rendered":"

NORMISMS<\/strong><\/p>\n

All the world art queer, but thou and me, and thou art a little queer.
\nBelieve you me.
\nBellywash.
\nBetter the devil you know than the one you don’t know.
\nBuckamaroo from Timbuktu.
\nCabin fever
\nCome and get it or I’ll throw it to the pigs.
\nCrouper bone.
\nCut your goods according to your cloth.
\nDinner is served, for three men and a boy.
\nDorothy, please!
\nFish and company stink after three days.
\nFourth of July, Labor Day, and back to school.
\nGet some lumber from under the porch and fix that thing.
\nGo ahead, you’ll do as you gosh darn please anyway!
\nGo on outside and blow the stink off you.
\nGrobe pudding.
\nHe doesn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.<\/p>\n

He’s a shypoke.<\/p>\n

He’s a weak sister.<\/p>\n

He was born on the wrong side of the sheets (Illegitimate)
\nHoly cripes, Peter and Paul and all the Saints.
\nHorseshit, Dorothy.
\nHow you doing, Bucko?
\nHow’s my little Ducky-uckums.
\nI never interfere with my children’s lives.
\nIf you don’t know, I cant tell you.
\nIf you lay down with dogs, you get up with fleas.
\nI’m a Gilly Galoo Bird (need to drink when I eat)
\nI’m going to see a man about a horse(when going to a wake)<\/p>\n

I’m going upstairs and watch fatty run up the hill
\nIs this it, Dorothy? (after dinner when he was looking for dessert)
\nIt will stick to your ribs.
\nIt’s a wise man who knows his father.
\nI’ve never seen a better bunch to cut a throat or scuttle a ship.
\nKids, kids, kids, kids, kids, kids, kids…
\nMay the Lord increase your store, and put it in your heart to bring us more.
\nMother and I are going to take a walk out to the line.
\nMucklehead.
\nNever argue with clerk’s law.
\nNone the worse for wear and tear.
\nNow the backbone of the Summer has been broken!
\nPixillated.
\nPossible bag
\nRemember Dutch eggs?
\nRemember Harry’s freezer?
\nRemember Stanley’s Rump?
\nSatchel ass.
\nShe has a white liver (outlived three husbands)
\nShe was like a bitch bear with a sore tit nursing a cub.
\nShe was on a tanteevee.
\nShe was only mad at his face.
\nSweat it out your ribs.
\nTemperature stick.
\nThat animal is the result of mortal sin.
\nThat’s the bunk!
\nThat’s the hole the rat came out of
\nThat’s the man with the brains in his belly.
\nThe bear dance.
\nThe only time you get in trouble is when you do someone a favor.
\nThe ways of the transgressor are hard.
\nThere were mosquitoes as big as circus ponies.
\nThere’s a hen on.(you’re too noisy)
\nThese are dog days.
\nThey keep it up, and keep it up and keep it up….
\nThey stayed around until the last dog was hung.
\nThey tossed him in the Hoosegow.
\nThis is a revolting turn of events.
\nVeranda beach.
\nWhat did you do with your summer’s wages ?
\nWhenever someone asks for a volunteer, sit on your hands.
\nWing wang for a hickey, that irritates the giggling bell on the fenobjocker.
\nWith the help of God.
\nWorry worry worry, trouble trouble trouble.
\nYou are a cabin hunter
\nYou are a gentleman and a scholar and a good judge of old rock and rye.
\nYou are damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.
\nYou could fall in love with a —— under that moon.
\nYou got the side of the cow that rubbed up against the fence.
\nYou keep on pushing.
\nYou took a nickin’.
\nYou’d as soon jump over her as walk around her.
\nYour room smells like a Hi-Ho’s nest. (Epitome of all smells)
\nYou’re full of wackmoo and mini-manure.
\nYou’re full of wee whistles and wackmoo.
\nYou’ve got a case of the creeping crud.
\nYou’ve had enough fun for today.
\nIT ALL DEPENDS ON WHOSE OX IS GETTING GORED
\nThis place looks like a Chinese Joss House<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

NORMISMS All the world art queer, but thou and me, and thou art a little queer. Believe you me. Bellywash. Better the devil you know than the one you don’t know. Buckamaroo from Timbuktu. Cabin fever Come and get it or I’ll throw it to the pigs. Crouper bone. Cut your goods according to your […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-15","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/15"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/15\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kirchgraber.name\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}