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.
Hugues
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United States
"Pulling someone's leg, meaning to mess with someone, to tease them or joke with them by making them believe something that isn't true. Yo dude, remind me where you're from again? Canada. Wait, you're from Canada? Yeah dude, Toronto, born and bred. What? No, stop pulling my leg, you're not from Canada. Yeah, I'm from Texas."
Hugues
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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?"
Hugues
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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."
Hugues
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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."
Hugues
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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."
Pulling someone's leg
"Man said he was moving to Alaska to become a crab fisherman. Stop pulling my leg, dude, you get cold walking to the mailbox."
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."
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."