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Entered on: May 13, 2006 12:00 AM by BigFatty
Term:
Hernie
 
- Johnnybells
Explanation:
Johnny's new pronounciation of horny. He has said it this way for a while, but it is finally catching on. Saying it this way makes you feel very preverted and dirty. Oh just saying that is getting me hernie!

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From: Ross Entered on: May 13, 2006 11:42 PM

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?


 
From: The Bone Entered on: May 14, 2006 10:24 AM
So far I've been lucky in that he hasn't been calling me Bern.

 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: May 14, 2006 12:00 PM

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!


 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: May 30, 2007 10:14 AM

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.


 
From: Ross Entered on: May 30, 2007 12:37 PM

I can't believe it's been a year since this was posted.  Here I was thinking that "hernie" was still a relatively new revelation.  

"Why Jerny Berls!  You look like someone just walked over your grave!


 
From: Radmobile Entered on: May 30, 2007 3:34 PM
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.
 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: June 22, 2007 9:30 AM
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.
 
From: Radmobile Entered on: June 22, 2007 7:47 AM
Jerk-zer-ler...ner.  It was fun trying to explain the origins of this convoluted name to the Gears crew.
 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: January 9, 2009 12:54 PM

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.


 
From: RobotSpider Entered on: January 12, 2009 8:21 AM

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.


 
From: Bunky Entered on: January 12, 2009 9:45 AM

The Hooter's girl's are all about flaunting the terts to get the terps...


 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: January 12, 2009 10:19 AM

hhhJJJ


 
From: Jackzilla Entered on: January 12, 2009 10:21 AM

All I know is that the Hooters girls found our ogling and drunken tomfoolery completely charming.  They really liked us!


 
From: Bunky Entered on: January 12, 2009 11:58 AM

Now I know why they are famous for their chicken wings...


 
From: The Bone Entered on: January 12, 2009 3:09 PM

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.

 


 
From: Ross Entered on: January 12, 2009 3:35 PM

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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