On a smartphone? Wait until you're on a tablet or computer and save your sanity. posted by GallonOfAlan at 1:14 PM on August 7, 2014
Yeah, it makes more sense when you can see the key.
So far my favorite one is "pricknic" for a blowjob. posted by Elementary Penguin at 2:26 PM on August 7, 2014
Some of these terms need to come back. I'm a fan of "break one's shit string" and "facing the nation". posted by supermassive at 7:42 PM on August 7, 2014
Fascinating. Slang is a wonderful thing.
On my small college campus in the 70s there were euphamisms for everything, some common, some perhaps not so much. Playing the flesh flute, blowing a bone*, staring down the one-eyed snake... living in the lap of luxury, heading home, going in for a close-up... bonking, humping, the main event, the big thrill.
A timeline is a cute thing, but language is like a stream that breaks into smaller and smaller rivulets. Language adapts to users' needs. The terms in the timeline did not necessarily align with my memories; I suspect we were inventing phrases as we went along and that many of ours did not see common usage.
*also used for smoking a joint posted by kinnakeet at 5:46 AM on August 8, 2014
I think the classiest is the 18th century gem "Navigate the windward passage." posted by umb¨² at 9:27 AM on August 8, 2014 [1 favorite]
This is the kind of post that makes me proud to be a mefite. posted by drinkmaildave at 8:42 PM on August 8, 2014
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