Catdaddy Panther’s Breath
dollars to doughnuts
NORTH AMERICAN, informal
– used to emphasize one’s certainty.
Example: “I’d bet dollars to doughnuts he’s a medical student.”
Real-life example: “In the not-too distant future, I bet dollars to doughnuts that, in America, doughnuts will become like dollars and be used as currency in exchange of goods and services rendered.”
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From a Wikipedia entry:
“Asafoetida /æsəˈfɛtɨdə/ is the dried latex (gum oleoresin) exuded from the rhizome or tap root of several species of Ferula, a perennial herb that grows 1 to 1.5 m (3–5 ft) tall. The species is native to the deserts of Iran, mountains of Afghanistan, and is mainly cultivated in nearby India. As its name suggests, asafoetida has a fetid smell but in cooked dishes it delivers a smooth flavour reminiscent of leeks.
It is also known as asant, food of the gods, jowani badian, stinking gum, Devil’s dung, hing, ingu, kayam and ting.”
Umm….how can it be named “food of the gods” and “Devil’s dung” at the same time?
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Moonshine is one of America’s great creations. It’s legendary and timely all at the same time. It goes by many names. A few are:
corn liquor
white lightning
sugar whiskey
skull cracker
popskull
bush whiskey
stump
stumphole
‘splo
ruckus juice
rotgut
catdaddy
nip joint
bathtub gin
mule kick
hillbilly pop
panther’s breath
tiger’s sweat
sweet spirits of cats a-fighting
alley bourbon
city gin
cool water
happy Sally
blue John
jump steady
see seven stars
old horsey
block and tackle
wild cat
And my favorite: Fuqurschitupliquor hellfire piss of Beezelbub
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Someone asked me if I’d be down to try to some baked tofu doughnuts. I told him that tofu is to doughnuts as peanut butter is to the Pledge of Allegiance.
A friend of mine told me she went to an “underwater river.” Yup.
Having a fever during a heat wave sucks. No joke here. I just wanted to say that.
July 4th is coming up, which means my excitement for life is going down.
I’ve been hearing fireworks in the area since mid-June. People have even been setting them off in the daytime. Angelenos are arsonists at heart. They just want to see things burn. Two weeks before Independence Day? Blasting off fireworks in broad daylight when no one can see them? That’s about as senseless as driving at night in a car with dark-tinted windows while wearing shades with your eyes closed.
I just passed a room full of important-looking people sitting at a round table, all looking at their laptops. It may look like some crucially serious meeting is going on, but I’m pretty sure they’re all really just playing Battleship.
I was starting the 7th grade at a new school. I was 12 years old. One of the first people to speak to me was this tall, wild-eyed girl who sat a few seats ahead of me. Five minutes after I sat down, she strolled over to me and looked down at me and launched these words out of her mouth, “How many kids you got?”
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