What a nice tribute to your lovingly confused mom, Johnny ...
... uh, Norm.
Back in the day, my own mother used to occasionally call me "Rascal." This wasn't the name of my dad or her twin brother. Nope, it was the name of the family dog, a beagle mix ... which kind of gives you an idea of where I stood in the family pecking order. (Mom loved to scratch my belly, which kept me from lifting my leg in the kitchen; okay, I made that last one up.)
In fairness, however, whenever she'd call me Rascal, she'd always catch herself ... then laugh her balls off.
BTW, I never knew that In N Out was a Christian business. Best burgers in the biz. And are you old enough to remember the "In N Out Bumper Sticker Stripper"? If not, lemme know.
For several years (we're talking the '70s, back before you were probably even a zygote), In 'N Out had bumper stickers that folks put on their cars. It read, as expected:
"IN 'N OUT BURGERS."
One day, someone (probably a deranged copy editor) cut out the "B," the "R" and the "S" from "BURGERS," so the bumper sticker now read "IN 'N OUR URGE."
It gained traction, until *most* of the cars in SoCal with these stickers actually read "In 'N Out Urge"; it went viral decades before things went "viral."
It got to the point that In 'N Out radio spots included: "... and watch out for the In 'N Out Bumper Sticker Stripper!" (In case you think I lost my marbles – and you would be right – ChatGPT confirmed this, with a link to a Reddit thread.)
I think I may have laughed MY balls off…again? Keep up the thoughts that generate these…revelations/stories Norm!
Thank you, Sir! ;)
Here's to Mum-isms! Mothers make the world go on. And on.
Mum-isms! I like that. Could be its own Substack...
I smiled, laughed, and only winced with a smile and a laugh! Thank you for enhancing my Mother’s Day!
Happy belated Mother's Day, Michele!
What a nice tribute to your lovingly confused mom, Johnny ...
... uh, Norm.
Back in the day, my own mother used to occasionally call me "Rascal." This wasn't the name of my dad or her twin brother. Nope, it was the name of the family dog, a beagle mix ... which kind of gives you an idea of where I stood in the family pecking order. (Mom loved to scratch my belly, which kept me from lifting my leg in the kitchen; okay, I made that last one up.)
In fairness, however, whenever she'd call me Rascal, she'd always catch herself ... then laugh her balls off.
BTW, I never knew that In N Out was a Christian business. Best burgers in the biz. And are you old enough to remember the "In N Out Bumper Sticker Stripper"? If not, lemme know.
The "In N Out Bumper Sticker Stripper"? Doesn't sound familiar...
For several years (we're talking the '70s, back before you were probably even a zygote), In 'N Out had bumper stickers that folks put on their cars. It read, as expected:
"IN 'N OUT BURGERS."
One day, someone (probably a deranged copy editor) cut out the "B," the "R" and the "S" from "BURGERS," so the bumper sticker now read "IN 'N OUR URGE."
It gained traction, until *most* of the cars in SoCal with these stickers actually read "In 'N Out Urge"; it went viral decades before things went "viral."
It got to the point that In 'N Out radio spots included: "... and watch out for the In 'N Out Bumper Sticker Stripper!" (In case you think I lost my marbles – and you would be right – ChatGPT confirmed this, with a link to a Reddit thread.)
One of my faves! Both this post and Sally!