I just heard someone use this term. I haven't heard it for years. Do we have one here? Who will apply?
Does JWD/N have a resident Milquetoast?
by beksbks 27 Replies latest jw friends
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compound complex
The name is clearly derived from the word "milktoast", i.e., toast soaked in milk, which is usually fed to invalids. Milktoast is only slightly chewier than milksop, which is the same except the bread isn't toasted, and spineless persons have been called milksops for centuries. Years later, Webster described Mr. Milquetoast as "the man who speaks softly and gets hit with a big stick".
www.toonopedia.com Caspar Milquetoast
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John Doe
Hey beks--you might pass this along to your hubby. I'm sure he'll like the idea.
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Leolaia
Were you watching MSNBC today? Someone used it to refer to the new junior senator of Illinois who was not admitted today.
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beksbks
I was Leolaia!! It cracked me up. I do hope these colloquialisms are never lost.
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beksbks
Doe, why you wanna chap my hide?
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John Doe
Doe, why you wanna chap my hide?
You're not allowed to use that phrase if you're from California.
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beksbks
I'm a cowgirl at heart. Well, I like leather anyway.
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compound complex
Hi Beks,
My name's Cas, and I was once a 97-pound weakling. I used to get sand kicked in my face all the time at the beach by this hulking and admirably tanned bully who always seemed to have a beautiful girl at his side. Mocked by a guy's one thing, but to suffer the humiliation of laughter seething through the beautiful and evenly-spaced pearlies of a gorgeous dame is a far crueller fate.
Well, no matter. I saw this advertisement for Dr. Laughlin's Electric Belt in back of my Real Life pulp and mustered up all the courage I could possibly muster up in this diminutive frame o' mine to order it. After many weeks of torturous waiting, it arrived, C.O.D. Though several sizes too large, the belt did manage to reside haltingly upon my snake hips. Once turned on, the belt electrified me, pumping up my otherwise collapsed veins with fire, brimstone and generous stores of courage.
Needless to say, I swaggered my way over to the hot and bathing-beauty-covered sands of our local strand of sand and spied Mr. Charles Atlas Wannabe Hisself. The beauteous beach bunnies caught my drift and gazed droolingly in my general and pumped-up self's direction. The Hulk had his broad shouldered back to me, which I subsequently tapped ...
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John Doe
I'm a cowgirl at heart. Well, I like leather anyway.
lol
