The craic is mighty. Irish slang is storytelling in miniature, every expression sounds like it belongs in a pub tale. Grand, deadly, gas, the Irish make three words do the work of thirty.
Crumpet Lazy
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Scotland
"Boke"
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Hugues Renaud
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United States
"Why the long face? Something you ask someone who is visibly upset to ask them what's wrong. Good morning, Darryl. Eh, good morning. Hey, why the long face? Something happen?"
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Hugues Renaud
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United States
"Your heart out. A phrase added after a verb to indicate that that action is being done with the most effort possible. Alright man, your time slot's almost up. You ready? Oh yeah, I'm ready man. My voice is feeling good. Alright, perfect. Now get up on stage and sing your fucking heart out, man."
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Hugues Renaud
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United States
"Yammering, the act of talking on and on about unimportant stuff that nobody cares about. Yeah, man, I'm totally cool, man, I'm totally cool. I could down five beers, no, ten beers without passing out, promise you. What are you yammering on about? No one cares, man."
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Hugues Renaud
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United States
"Built like a brick shithouse. Something you say about someone who is very jacked, built, buff, just very muscular and big. You think that guy Daryl hits the gym? Yeah, of course he hits the gym, look at him, he's built like a brick shithouse."
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Why the long face?
"You been quiet all morning, man. Why the long face? Did your boss go feral again or did the coffee betray you?"
Your heart out
"You begged for karaoke night, so get on that stage and sing your heart out instead of clutching the mic like it owes you money."
Built like a brick shithouse
"You see Marcus at the barbecue in that tank top? Dude’s built like a brick shithouse. I’m not arm wrestling him unless my insurance is sorted."
Boke
"That kebab from last night has me ready to boke, I knew it was dodgy when the lettuce was warm but I ate it anyway like an eejit."
Yammer
"He yammered all the way up the hill about the cold, mate. It was just a bit nippy, not Everest in trainers and a hoodie."