Well, Jumpin' Jehosaphat (oops, an Americanism popped out), knowing what I want and speaking up; I'm down with that, wanton or otherwise.

I wonder where the "lie back and think of England" expression ever came from? Does Jack the Ripper count-that was in England, after all? But then again, he-or she-might not have been English themselves ;).

*taking my wanton mind and getting back to productive work*

That conjures an interesting visual for me. I rather like the idea of window shopping for a femme (while still valuing them as vital, brilliant beings, of course) And yes, I quite know that isn't what you meant.

Hey y'all


I've been trying to practice my Americanisms but it doesn't come naturally to me at all. It's like I'm living in another country or something ... and being all friendly and cheerful is way too stressful for me.


Therefore, after much reflection, I need to acknowledge that my attempt to speak American English is destined to fail. Instead, I have decided to offer Katniss a job as my professional speech writer (and to covert all my posts into something more pleasant and less harsh than my own words).


In turn, this will free me up to go back to my equilibrium state of perpetual grumpiness.



ps - the phrase "lie back and think of England" was reportedly first stated by Alice Hillington in 1912. In practice, if someone did want to take me up the ruf, I'm not really sure I'd think of England. I'd likely be more interested in ascertaining whether the pink fluffy handcuffs restraining me actually suited me or not.

The difficulty with learning American is that we have 50 states, and each state and sometimes each city in each state 'talks' differently, like a dialect.

Ya'll is used alot in Texas
Youins is used in Pennsylvania (or it was when I visited there years ago)
Depending on what part of the US you are in, you may want soda and they call it pop.
I love you wicked awful, is used in and around Maine (east coast)
Where's the loo? is Hawaiian, as is Lanai, muumuu, and Likelike Hwy.

It is very confusing for most Americans so I can appreciate your confusion and concern for being understood. I'm from the Southwest so I talk funny too. But I play cards like a European...

Please just be yourself.

We will embrace your you-ness, and you will be one of US. :jester::rrose:

Thank you Sweet Bliss. That's very kind. To be fair, my confusion and concern is probably more a playful diversion than something that keeps me awake at night :)


I've been to the USA often (have spent circa 2 years of my adult life there in total if I add up all my short and long trips across the pond over the past two decades) and to many cities / states so, whilst my knowledge of the USA is absolutely minimal, it's probably not quite as limited as I may portray in this thread. It's simply an attempt to make fun at myself than anything that I'm confused or concerned about.


That said, I almost feel the need for a *** TEAM HUG *** now and, yes, that is incredibly American in my mind and certainly nothing that I'd do back home ;)


ps - when you say that you play cards like a European, does that mean you're good at cheating? ;)

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Katniss~~(on passport #3 as we speak)

I am sorry...doing double take... let me read this again...

Indeed, you did say pink fluffy handcuffs. Oh, now I have the queerest thoughts going through my mind and it has nothing to do with England. *S

I feel like this a lot of the time *G

Crushed. *s
 

Such a femme crush on MarquisdeShey and her posts about whips and spanking.


Wait did I just say that out loud ;)

Window shopping for a Femme..... That sounds safe enough.

My dear Ciaran,

Whilst I would be honored to play Cyrano to your Christian methinks it best you find a Roxane so we can focus on a specific regional dialect. The mere sorting of British vs. American interpretations of words could keep us as busy as a two dollar whore on nickel night. Imagine the confusion if you said,

"I was pissed when I dropped my biscuit near the lift and I ended up snogging my trainer."

I might take that to mean you were angry (not drunk) because you dropped your biscuit (the kind we put butter/jelly or gravy on in the South which is not to be confused with a cookie) at the ski lift (not elevator) and fell into a kiss with your ski instructor (not athletic shoe/sneaker.)

As well I never could understand why a "wise man" and a "wise guy" were apparently two opposite meanings and for the love of God, the Queen, and Crimson Tide (Alabama) let us refrain from the entire "soccer"-"football" discussion.

If you were to narrow down to American English we still have regional dialects to contend with and while my proclivity is not to go "up on a ruf" I do know a thing or two about "goin' down t' the holler on a moonlit night."

But really I think it best to entreat you (in my best Cyrano voice) to "Speak for yourself, sir" for words without real feeling are as useless as an ashtray on a motorcycle.


Katniss~~(having dated someone from Manchester once I can verify as fact when he was pissed (British translation) we were all in for a good time and laughter but if I were pissed (American translation) buddy this is not going to end well at all."

No, am terrible at cheating, my Dad however is a fabulous cheat at cards, monopoly, you name it, he can find a way to cheat at it. I meant that I hold my cards, pick them up etc. like a European. Spent many years in European countries as a child. Miss that.

I'm up for a team hug... no butt slapping! :gimmehug:

I'm glad you are having fun, I like reading your posts, it whips me out of my box... so thanks for that.

Reading about the pink fuzzy handcuffs was hysterical....

Look for....
 

Yes!
 

Yes I do. It's been a long while and I'm still crushin'.
Perhaps when we are both single ( at the same time) I will
get the courage to let her know.

..crushing is nice but a date will be nicer......:sunglass:
:boxers:

In the interests of full disclosure, I would like to place on record that I have only been restrained in pink fluffy handcuffs on one occasion.


That said, the occasion stays prominent in my memory. The cuffs seemed rather bad quality with the result that they had locked tight and we were unable to open them.


Whilst my then partner seemed to find this exceptionally funny, my mind raced into overdrive, imagining how my life would be if I had to live the rest of it with my hands encased close together in cuffs with a lot of pink fluff.


I started to think how I would explain this away to my work colleagues when I returned to the office on the Monday ..... the most believable story I was conjuring up in my mind related to alien abduction.


However, after a lot of physical exertion (by my partner not me - this was another occasion where I lay back and thought of England), we got the handcuffs off and all was well in my world again.


So that's my (true) story about pink fluffy hand cuffs ***



*** well, true except for the alien abduction part.

They say it only takes once..... lol, too bad about the alien part, you could travel to Roswell NM during the Alien Festival, you would be famous!!!! It's during the weekend of July 4th I believe?

You are a hoot for sure, (no owls were hurt during this post).

Well, I for one am looking forward to more disclosure (stories). Anything involving a feather duster?? Just checkin' :jester: