Expressions I Just Don't Get
- Pouring out a 40 for my dead homies -
This one I don't understand. I mean, I get the gist; a tribute to a fallen comrade. But pouring out 40 ounces of an alcoholic beverage? Where I come from, this is a quick way to join your dead homie.
Watch this commercial to get a feel for how many Maritimers feel about liquor in general. I love the whole ad series.
Maybe it's the pouring out part I don't get. If you could 'pour out' into a series of glasses to share amongst friends (or not), that'd be cool. For some reason I get the image of pouring it on the ground. And that's just not cool. In fact it's alcohol abuse. And we'll have none of that here.
This one I don't understand. I mean, I get the gist; a tribute to a fallen comrade. But pouring out 40 ounces of an alcoholic beverage? Where I come from, this is a quick way to join your dead homie.
Watch this commercial to get a feel for how many Maritimers feel about liquor in general. I love the whole ad series.
Maybe it's the pouring out part I don't get. If you could 'pour out' into a series of glasses to share amongst friends (or not), that'd be cool. For some reason I get the image of pouring it on the ground. And that's just not cool. In fact it's alcohol abuse. And we'll have none of that here.
posted by Surly Canuck at 12:40 p.m.
13 Comments:
You like those ads? I can't stand that guy. I usually yell f*** off at the TV whenever I see it and reach as fast as I can for the remote.
dude, you've been too long out of the maritimes.
we hate that f***ing guy and his stereotyped ass. we wish somebody would club him on the back of his head with the damn bottle. some of us have stopped drinking the products of alexander keith as a result of these ads, such is their power of suck.
I love those ads! Nothing like the perpetuation of a regional stereotype. =)
I tell people here I was a fisherman back home, when I wasn't on the dole.
Of course, I don't drink Keith's cause it tastes like the urine of the animal on the bottle, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating the ad campaign.
Plus the sideburns! Look at his funny sideburns!
maybe it's not pouring out 40 ozs but pouring out something of 40proof?
plus i think it's an old custom that just degenerated. i'm sure if i took time to gooooooogle i could have a better answer.
I think maybe it comes from knowing that your dead homies are buried underground and maybe if you pour some alcohol on the ground, they'll get to taste it? I don't know, that's the only thing I can come up with.
seriously thinking of kidnapping you and bringing you to o'leary's so you remember what it *really* is. gal won't mind. she can come too.
meanwhile, i totally used this in my story today. thanks!
for the record, you don't pour the whole damn thing out. just a bit, out of a 40 ounce bottle. and it's all about self-sacrifice for your fallen comrades.
Trust me Mare, I've spent so much time at Dolan's that I'm not likely to forget what it's like. =)
Wendykat - 40 proof would be a waste too. =)
Al - That's a workable theory. =)
EcamirG - Even a small tribute might be too much. Couldn't it be something a little more symbolic? Like pour out some mix?
if it makes you feel any better, usually it's shit beer. like colt .45 or st. ides.
Damn you people are whitebread, aren't you? Listen to one NWA album, and you'll understand a little better.
You pour an OUNCE out for your fallen homies. One ounce.
And it's a libation, a tradition which traces it's roots back to the Greek empire.
Dag yo. Why you gots to be hatin'?
But an ounce is an ounce... I'm firmly against all forms of alcohol abuse.
I mean, I once licked beer of a friends fiancee's bare leg because I didn't want to see any wasted. Let's just call that one of my less shining moments.
And wouldn't pouring out an ounce of shit beer sort of be an insult? Maybe it's finding the balance between something the dead homie would enjoy, but that wouldn't ever pass your own lips.
ACW - I'm about as whitebread as they come. Give me a good wake any day over pouring/wasting a libation.
Err, I'd planned on commenting from the moment I read the post, but I forgot what I wanted to post after reading the fiancees leg thing. Did I miss that party? Or was I too drunk to notice?
Oh, err, was it my fiancee? :)
Damn, those were good times. :P
No, you weren't there, and no, not your fiancee.
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