I'm not disagreeing with you, Beej. Just that I recall its usage in scenarios (disciplining children) where popping an eardrum would be more than I'd think warranted. I was just reading those wrong.
I'm more in line with the casual Merriam Webster definition:
1 : to hit (as the ears) with the hand
Just a smack. No cupping required.
Huh. Merriam Webster thinks that boxing's the sport too.
the art of attack and defense with the fists practiced as a sport
I'm sure there's all kinds of weight shifting in karate and muay thai etc.
Certainly is in muay thai and krav.
Punching's what boxers do. I'd expect them to be good at it.
I'm not disagreeing with you, Beej
Oh no, ita, I didn't hear disagreement from you. I didn't type clearly...urban dictionary agrees with my memory of the definition. As does phrase finder in the UK, but I'm guessing there are many interpretations, up and down the violence scale.
All this is bringing up a memory of my over-the-top violent father doing it to me. I recall lots of buzzing and lack of hearing, along with a huge headache. All for very little effort on his part. Maybe a good hand-to-hand move after all.
Both Very True Things. I've read too much about the diamond industry and its history to buy the whole "Diamonds are precious and rare and therefore damn expensive, so pay us more!" thing that DeBeers has going. I'd much rather have a colored stone (rubies and emeralds, especially) that pop rather than sparkle.
See, I agree.
But I still want one.
t /shallow
I love diamonds. But then, I am sure this comes as no surprise to anyone.
Who am I kidding, I want hundreds.
I love diamonds. But then, I am sure this comes as no surprise to anyone.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental....
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't lose their shape.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental....
I don't mean rhinestones...
(I justify my diamond love by getting old jewelry. Honest.)
One of the best lyrics EVAH:
But bent back or stiff knees
You stand straight at Tiffanys
Plei! I had a dream last night that you and I were all dressed up in fancy clothes and dancing to entertain Wesley. Just regular, you know, out-at-a-party type dancing. And then, because apparently we were drunk in the dream, we both puked in front of a big group of people, who yelled at us to find a bucket.
WTF?