QUOTE 183 - 16 Comments
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Aren't there other Bellsisms that use this similar modification? Like "porn" becoming pern, "boner" becoming berner? I think basically if it's a dirty-sounding long-o sound, it will become an "er" sound instead to connote its ribald nature.
Taking this logic a bit further, one has to wonder if when Bells calls Melissa Jeurge, he actually is modifying the name George! Hey, just what kind of fucked up repugnant shit is going on here?
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So far I've been lucky in that he hasn't been calling me Bern.
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Bone - Actually, I think I've heard a spontaneously-herny JohnnyBells murmur Bern! under his breath when you call his cell.
Fatty - I think it's spelled herny (you're not BigFattie, right?) Good call on this term, though! I'm surprised it wasn't added sooner!
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Over a year later and the hard "er" has found itself replacing all sorts of vowel sounds over here. My new favorite progression: Bells -> JohnnyBells -> Mr. JohnnyBells -> Mister Jerny Berls.
I love the sound of it so much, often I'll just blurt it out -- "Mister Jerny Berls!" -- for no apparent reason. RerdMerberl (formerly RadMobile) will back me up on this.
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It went a little daff on Sunday when Jack couldn't bring himself to stop saying "Mr. Jerny Berls" for about an hour after he talked to John on the phone.
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Rad's name has become even further corrupted: Rerd-mer-berle... ner (the "ner" is a holdover from me calling him a "homo <pause> ner" (homeowner) that I never get sick of and find endlessly amusing.
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Jerk-zer-ler...ner. It was fun trying to explain the origins of this convoluted name to the Gears crew.
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The "er"niness continues!
The latest version was during Rad's bachelor party while at Hooter's (the first stop of the night): I kept telling Rad that the "terts are ert & abert!" (tits are out and about!). It's sweet because I could say it loud and none of the Hooter girls could decypher our herny speak.
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I'd give the Hooters girls a little more credit than that (not much, but some). I'm guessing if someone is saying something that they don't understand, they just assume it's about their terts. The key to working at Hooters is not caring that people look at your terts as long as the tirps(?) are good.
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The Hooter's girl's are all about flaunting the terts to get the terps...
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All I know is that the Hooters girls found our ogling and drunken tomfoolery completely charming. They really liked us!
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Now I know why they are famous for their chicken wings...
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I hadn't been to a Hooters in maybe 10 yrs until the other day when a series of unfortunate events led me through their doors. I have to admit it was alright. They served impossibly large mugs of Yuengling (one of my favorite lagers) and their wings were damn good. I don't think I'd find the future Mrs. Bone at a Hooters but in my exhausted and slightly drunken state, I was not offended by the display of terts. I ended up leaving a big terp.
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Heather actually likes the place more than I do - I think she's taken me there on more than one occasion because she likes the Boneless (sorry, Bone) wings. Generally in my experience the waitresses tend toward the WT side of the spectrum but usually have one or two redeeming ones floating about.
I actually went there when I was interviewing with the DoD straight out of college. They put you up for the night in a local hotel, with a roommate who is also doing interviewing at the same time. I was paired with some guy from Michigan Tech who was a year or two older than me, and he wanted to go to Hooters for dinner. I was okay with it, except for the fact that I wasn't comfortable giving our potential future employers a receipt from Hooters as a reimbursable expense. He didn't see what the big deal was - thought I was being uptight, apparently. The way I saw it, the federal government were more likely to be the uptight ones, so why take a chance? So if I recall correctly, we compromised by going to Hooters, getting separate bills, which I paid for out of pocket and let him submit his expense if he so chose. Guess which one of us got the job?
I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin...
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