That's my elementary attempt at a Southern exclamation.
A situation at work yesterday had me swearing like a sailor (under my breath). Trust me, I can. But I don't make it part of my everyday speech.
Over the years, I've tried to find more creative ways of to express my frustration. The phrase "fudge monkeys" has become a favorite of mine. Unfortunately, fudge monkeys didn't adequately represent my level of frustration yesterday.
Since I've recently resolved to embrace my Southerness, I decided to try my hand at the seemingly, nonsensical Southern exclamation. Is there any formula to follow? Are there hidden meanings? Symbolism? Or am suppose to shout whatever comes to mind first?
5 comments:
In the South, anything goes!
Let us not forget the tried and true, "Bless their Hearts" & all the variations onthat theme.
After moving South of the Mason-Dixon, I found that you can say ANYthing about any one as long as you "Bless their little hearts", afterwards. Please do not forget to add the appropriate southern twang to it!
Additionally, you can be judged for anything your internal voice says, as long as the filter remains in place.
If not for the internal filter, I would be in trouble ALL THE TIME!
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I meant you CAN"T be judged for the bad language of your internal voice.
Dang Fat fingered typing!!!
As a True Southern Bell. I'll allow for the correct amount of time for laughter to clam down from those that know me. Alright everyone calm now? It is not what you say but how you say it. Most of our saying are handed down from much plder generations of True Ladies that would have never utter a swear. So they so eloquently came up with a way of telling you off or talking about you right in front of you and you were never quite sure wether to be offened or thankful.
And Yes Wendy "Bless her heart" does forgive anything said about the afore mentioned person. As for the filter. I am probably the only Southern Bell born without one. Goes across the brain and out the mouth. Most of the time I can't help myself, some of the time I don't even try. After 18 years of Army life I can make a entire line of grunts blush. Bless my heart.
I can't help you with southern swearing, just northern bitching. But I'll call you a biscut any time.
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