Literally: "It's the war!"
This French phrase of resignation gained widespread use during World War II. It provided the universal excuse for everything that was broken, no longer functioned, was unavailable or could not be accomplished. It also explained away all unusual behavior. That it is in the language of a nation whose life and joie de vivre was being crushed by an occupational army gives it an aroused sensibility.
The phrase lingered into European reconstruction and then into modern times in all nations. It is spoken with a wry acknowledgement of its former literal meaning even though it may currently describe any other interfering force preventing accomplishment of a task, even laziness.
This French phrase of resignation gained widespread use during World War II. It provided the universal excuse for everything that was broken, no longer functioned, was unavailable or could not be accomplished. It also explained away all unusual behavior. That it is in the language of a nation whose life and joie de vivre was being crushed by an occupational army gives it an aroused sensibility.
The phrase lingered into European reconstruction and then into modern times in all nations. It is spoken with a wry acknowledgement of its former literal meaning even though it may currently describe any other interfering force preventing accomplishment of a task, even laziness.
Jacques: "Renee gave herself to some soldiers for a bar of chocolate and a pair of silk stockings. What a slut!"
Pierre: "No, no, she's a good girl. C'est la guerre!"
Howard: "Traffic has become so tied up every day that I have to allow an additional hour to get to the city."
Jimmy: "That's life in the big city, C'est la guerre."
Pierre: "No, no, she's a good girl. C'est la guerre!"
Howard: "Traffic has become so tied up every day that I have to allow an additional hour to get to the city."
Jimmy: "That's life in the big city, C'est la guerre."
by Chris Zizzo November 05, 2006
When the wolf is at your door, such as: the IRS, the cops, or your bookie's leg-breaker, you will want to suggest an alternate target, such as: your partner, your dealer or another patsy who can take your punishment instead of you. Sometimes whole groups will find a fall guy to cover their crimes.
Throw to the wolves:
Once the triangulation of fire cut down the president, the FBI threw Oswald to the wolves.
Once the triangulation of fire cut down the president, the FBI threw Oswald to the wolves.
by Chris Zizzo June 08, 2006
A Trumpian error by tweet or speech that is so stupendously moronic that no one can believe it came from the president of the United States. No one, that is except Orange Top’s hard core base who continue to applaud while wearing little red hats and dull looks on their faces.
Did you hear stupid’s latest covfefe? He lauded revolutionary Minutemen for recapturing British held airports.
by Chris Zizzo July 11, 2019
Something of questionable moral value which has had a veneer of acceptability applied so that it no longer offends at any level, even though it's morality value has not been changed.
The big corporations turned Vegas into a family friendly playground, but even though the goombahs are gone and the shows are all Disneyfied, the town is still all about gambling, booze and hookers.
by Chris Zizzo February 08, 2008
Humphrey Bogart smoked all those cigarettes. He died from lung cancer. When you hang onto a joint and let it burn without sharing, you look like Bogart with his perennial smoke dangling from his lips. The term had no popularity until it became a hit song in the 1970's.
Don't Bogart That Joint
Lyrics: Lawrence Wagner
Music: Elliot Ingber
Played by Little Feat's Paul Barrere and Bill Payne with Phil & Friends. The original verson (on the soundtrack of "Easy Rider") was by Fraternity Of Man. It was subsequently covered by Little Feat.
Chorus
Don't bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Roll another one
Just like the other one
You've been holding on to it
And I sure will like a hit
chorus
Roll another one
Just like the other one
That one's burned to the end
Come on and be a real friend
chorus
Lyrics: Lawrence Wagner
Music: Elliot Ingber
Played by Little Feat's Paul Barrere and Bill Payne with Phil & Friends. The original verson (on the soundtrack of "Easy Rider") was by Fraternity Of Man. It was subsequently covered by Little Feat.
Chorus
Don't bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Roll another one
Just like the other one
You've been holding on to it
And I sure will like a hit
chorus
Roll another one
Just like the other one
That one's burned to the end
Come on and be a real friend
chorus
by Chris Zizzo April 21, 2008
This goes beyond deep throat and way past your tricky dick. When the entire sword has been swallowed, one manually pulls open each cheek in order to insert the two orbs, thus orally encasing the entire baby-making mechanism. The advantage for aficionados of deep penetration is that once the globes are inside, two to three more inches of manliness can be thrust forward. Just be careful not to run out of air because disengaging takes a moment and panic could ensue.
She had all my junk in and then she grabbed my ass and took me deep. The thing about a plum job like that is, if she could have forced her tongue out, she would have been rimming me at the same time!
by Chris Zizzo July 13, 2008