Comments on: Shorthand for Long Descriptions of People

By: jennifer

jennifer — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 00:25:11 +0000

So true, Indians get major points for creativity in names.

By: jim fryer

jim fryer — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:44:43 +0000

I bet Indians never forgot each others names.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:23:51 +0000

If only cell phone cameras had existed way back in the 80s. Skirtsman was the victim of a short-lived fad.

By: redcrabb

redcrabb — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:16:54 +0000

the only one I can think of is “skirtsman”. this was the guy my girlfriend and I met at a club in NYC one night back in the 1980′s. do I need to say anymore????

By: jennifer

jennifer — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 10:35:43 +0000

Just tell me Red Shoe Black Shoe didn’t live in the 1890 House! (A little inside Cortland reference)

By: Deirdre

Deirdre — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 03:14:40 +0000

There was a man in Cortland, where I grew up, who we all called Red Shoe Black Shoe. His schtick was that he actually wore one red shoe and one black shoe. Also, he wore shorts and a t-shirt no matter what the weather, which required a lot of fortitude in CNY. He lived with his mom and didn’t drive, so he walked by our house all the time on the way to Main Street.

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 02:56:13 +0000

Ah, because I’m female, this reference to a Monty Python skit is lost on me. But now I’m intrigued by John SmokesTooMuch and will try to find it on YouTube.

By: tommyboy

tommyboy — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 01:05:12 +0000

A chain-smoking student named John whom we called “John SmokesTooMuch” based on a Monty Python skit. I watched him nervously smoke one evening until he realized that he had three lit at once.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 21:00:50 +0000

Love the well-preserved lady house. And I already know I’ll have a “becky” on the day of our traditional lunch date

By: Kevinlar

Kevinlar — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 19:46:28 +0000

When my wife Linda and were house hunting, we met a homeowner of a certain age who looked like she spent an hour in front the mirror every morning. Every time we referred to that house, we’d say, “you know the one with the ‘well-preserved lady’” and instantly understand.
We also had a friend named Becky who was slim but with a bit of a belly. Whenever my wife or I looks a little chubby around the middle, the other will tease, ‘so how’s your becky today?’ Sorry to all the Beckys out there!