Worst New Unfortunate Phrase
What is the best colloquial phrase you’ve ever heard?
I’m going to warn you right now, this entry makes reference to poo. The references aren’t too yucky, but some people are tweaked by the mere word.
The druid has a very unfortunate phrase he utters, an axiom that he might utter in the place of more standard exclamations such as, “What the f*?”, or, “what is this I don’t even”.
He says, rather indignantly, “What is this poo?”
In researching this strange query, I have learned that it is not unique to the druid, but rather this expression exists in a rare few, who obviously heard it from somebody somewhere once and came to be adopted as part of their vernacular. I can tell you that the druid has been responsible for passing it on to a coworker of his, and to me, and that we use it regularly.
But that is not the best phrase I’ve come to know in this past year.
No, that honor befalls the geek, one of my roommates, who commented upon the state of one of the cats’ litterboxes, offering her phrase when we tried to grasp a polite, perhaps humorous way to tersely verbally describe the contents of said household fixture. “Kitty roca?” she offered, when the gamer and I paused, looking for just the right phrase.
Perhaps you are familiar with the term “almond roca”, or “cashew roca”, a mildly hard confection of caramel and nuts that seems most popular in wintertime, wrapped in foil and presented in a tin with a plastic lid. Its shape in commercial form is, well, as a long, narrow, circular tube, rather the shape and length of a, erm, cat turd. A medium brown and sprinkled with light flecks of crushed nuts on the outside, it looks, euphemistically speaking but too close to be comfortable, as if said poo has been rolled about a bit in litter.
The gamer and I looked at each other, looked at the geek, and began snarfing, at once amused and disgusted at the choice phrase. We’ve used it in conversation since, giggling all over again.
I found an on-sale canister of mocha roca at the grocery store. It’s quite tasty.
It’s shaped and sized as cat poo. It is brown. and wrapped in a dark, “mocha brown” (poo-brown) colored matte foil wrapper.
I have rationed a piece or two to the druid every so often, to which he looks at it, and utters, “What is this poo?”
To which I brightly reply, “Kitty roca!”
Most humorously, he generally forgets to realize that there is a foil wrapper on the outside, to which he goes to take a bite, and winces. “It doesn’t even taste like anything,” he remarks, sniffing at the little brown thing. “Okay, really, what is this poo?”
I then take the wrapper off, and he finds it to be much more palatable.
Unrelated but I’ll share it anyway, someday I wanna make this cake. I’m pretty sure people (hopefully friends so that they know how twisted I am) will look at it, exclaim, “What is this poo?!”, and chuckle uncomfortably as they pass.
Poo, pass, get it?
Ahem.
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