International Paper bombastically claims to work hard to protect da environment and practice sustainable-forestry practices, but given their abysmal track record over da past 100 years, they're gonna hafta start showing a lot more gallantree if they expect to convince me dat "they care".
by QuacksO February 23, 2023
A acutely-troublesome quandary experienced by dudes who are so fond of dill that they like to have some with every meal, plus they are only attracted to gals named Emma.
Since dill is only available through mail-order either in its dried form or as seeds, the only practical way out of a dillemma is to either live near a greenhouse-farm where dill can be grown all year round, or else build your own mini-greenhouse so that you can grow some yourself, and thus have the heavenly-aromatic and tasty fresh fronds available to harvest for every meal. As for dating ladies named Emma, well, the best of luck to ya on THAT account --- years back it was a common enough name, but it's not nearly so popular nowadays, so you might hafta settle for cuddle-bugs old enough to be your great-gramma.
by QuacksO April 18, 2018
Refers to the common but totally unproductive/destructive practice of a young child's parents and/or two or more older family members successively "delegating" or "passing the buck" from one family member to another when the youngster asks a difficult/uncomfortable question, rather than the initially-queried adult's simply saying, "I don't know" or, "That is not something you need to know just yet --- wait till you're a few years older to ask about that."
Small girl: Daddy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Father (glancing up from his evening paper): Go ask your mother that question.
Small girl (toddling over to her mother, who is knitting by the fire): Mommy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Mother (looking up from her knitting, surprised): You know --- that's a really excellent question... why don't you ask your father about that.
Small girl: Well, I already did --- Daddy told me to ask you.
Mother (exasperated): Oh --- well, then, I think maybe your Uncle John could help you answer that.
Small girl (going outside where her uncle is lounging on the porch swing): Uncle John, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Uncle John: Hummmm... lemme guess --- didja ask your parents about that, and they sent you to me?
Small girl: Yes, Uncle John --- Mommy said you'd be just the person to ask.
Uncle John: Ahhhh... givin' ya da ol' family-member run-around, are they?
Father (glancing up from his evening paper): Go ask your mother that question.
Small girl (toddling over to her mother, who is knitting by the fire): Mommy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Mother (looking up from her knitting, surprised): You know --- that's a really excellent question... why don't you ask your father about that.
Small girl: Well, I already did --- Daddy told me to ask you.
Mother (exasperated): Oh --- well, then, I think maybe your Uncle John could help you answer that.
Small girl (going outside where her uncle is lounging on the porch swing): Uncle John, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Uncle John: Hummmm... lemme guess --- didja ask your parents about that, and they sent you to me?
Small girl: Yes, Uncle John --- Mommy said you'd be just the person to ask.
Uncle John: Ahhhh... givin' ya da ol' family-member run-around, are they?
by QuacksO October 27, 2016
1. When you give money to a dishonest person to pass along to someone else, but he just keeps said cash for himself.
2. What happens in the vicinity of a "willing" doe during the rut.
2. What happens in the vicinity of a "willing" doe during the rut.
Some years ago we naively gave one of the local tax-assessors the money for our yearly property-taxes, but she simply pocketed the cash and dishonestly kept it for herself... she shoulda had a t-short dat read, "the buck stops here"!
by QuacksO June 04, 2019
Disappointed third-grader: Blast it all --- here I thought our vacation in Keebler Pass was gonna be a Wonka's-chocolate-factory type of adventure... a tour of a place where the entire landscape was made from sweet candy and crunchy baked flour! Little did I know that it was just a bunch of boring inedible ROCKS that I hadda laboriously clamber over!
by QuacksO June 14, 2020
A gossipy tale of "juicy" theory/suspicion dat spreads around among da locals in a certain area if two people "get a room" at a local motel.
In da mid-'80's thriller "Assassination", da film's heroine tells da hero to "sign for one room" at da motel in an effort to throw off their perusing hit-men; she felt dat da risk of a roomor about hers and his sharing a lodgings-unit was small potatoes compared to hopefully staying alive.
by QuacksO May 17, 2021
History has shown that rashioning seldom really reduces the consumption of a certain commodity to a significant degree, plus it opens up the floodgates for black-market suppliers of said valuable.
by QuacksO March 25, 2019