Sometimes a Cigar...

A British sportscaster was providing commentary for a women's weighlifting competition:
 
"This is Gregoriava, from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning, and it was amazing."

Benny Hill used to provide so much bawdy double entendre some referred to him as the king of single entendre. As in, "I'd like to see HER in 3-D! That's my apartment."

A famous pro-athletics T-shirt in the 1970's: "The harder you push, the better you feel."

And who could forget Ms. Moneypenny saying to 007:"You're a cunning linguist, James."

In the right setting anything can be a double entendre if you're up to it.  *wink wink nudge nudge*.  My friends and I have a habit of saying something completely off topic, innocent, and random...then making it absurdly dirty by adding air quotes and arching our eyebrows.  You'd be suprised the reaction "Is moose and squirrel" can get out of some people.

Double Shot of Glenfiddich, Neat, and a Second right behind it .......

I'm not sure this qualifies ....... She had a boil on her butt she's pretty

May West said it: "I feel like a million tonight, but only one at a time."

"Back  to  Rattan."     General  McArthur  returning  to  the  Phillippines?   Nice  work,  crafty  fox...lol

I always liked this line from the journal of Lucien Vedder's mom:

"The smokers continued throughout the war until the women were permitted, once again, to hold their balls."

Waddya think, Unhinged, would that make it easier?

I once had a tee shirt with a transfer of a beautiful sunset seen through the trees and the saying "Free and Easy" printed at the bottom.
 
I saw it one way, being younger.
 
Mother said I couldn't wear it out of the house.
 
I guess she saw it another way.

Does this recently uploaded photo fill the bill?

receptivity, creativity, accessability to a multidimensional mindset world of not only the spoken, but the visual ambiguous interpretations represented in all of the arts, would lend oneself to be liberated from the conventional box most live in.
 
yes, stoney, cbs

cuuk~

Sitting through a short, but seemingly endless, presentation by a man with little white saliva balls at the corners of his mouth, I was praying for CBS.

i here ya!  self induced usually on my part, the cbs mostly, the saliva balls just to offend.  just kidin for the tender.

Along with Jalopkin, mine would be a double Ciroc Vodka...with olives, of course......and then another

stoney hope you enjoyed the links the other day, cause the fish are rising, it's another gorgeous day, and i'll be absent here to participate in the journey to unfold as i meander through life today!  hold the forks down!!!!!!!
 
smiles to all!
 
back perhaps for a late club car conversation.

You betcha, Korthal!  I could learn to love fishing.....
One of my favorites is quite recent.  The female news anchor who turns to the weatherman the day after he predicted snow that hadn't fallen:  "So, Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"

LIQUOR IN THE FRONT, poker in the rear

Francis Albert Sinatra, beyond the shadow of a doubt, had it all. What prospects did a skinny kid from Hoboken, New Jersey have? He found and used, whether by intent or instinct, every one. As a 'teen working for a contractor/painter who'd once sung operatic roles, he breathed in and practiced everything he could; hence his formidable breath control (despite then-common smoking, which became, eventually, part of his stage persona and his life), his ability to deliver a song as no one could. Tried to enlist in WWII but turned down because of that skinniness, which served him well: Several of my favorite albums (even CDs copied the image) show the tender young Sinatra slenderly leaning into that microphone, loving it as his later, experienced self would love fortunate women.

Born too late, I wasn't among his bobby-soxers, but as a toddler heard his voice on the scratchy record-player my younger aunts played. Too, Daddy loved the Big Band era; taught me to dance standing in my socks on top of his big shoes while he sang Sinatra-Porter standards; in this I'm not unique, but represent thousands, perhaps millions.

Loyalty was a strong, inalienable part of the Italian family, the Italian experience, and he never forgot those with whom he grew up, even if they ended up in the Mafia. Along the way he helped, anonymously, more people than I can count; the slim volume, Why Sinatra Matters (not one of countless books thrown together hastily at his death, as happens), is more than a biography: It reveals the plight of the Italian immigrant, and how Frank Sinatra's life affected it. We hear, in my view, too much today about various groups' immigration problems, and I admit I'd never known Italian-Americans HAD a 'plight'; this book takes that situation, by extrapolation, beyond The Italian Experience to others', showing why indeed Sinatra matters on many levels.

As the essay says, cross him and you might get more than you want: Defensive in part because of youthful experiences; in part on behalf of anyone being treated badly; in part, later, because of a woman, who knows how many fights he engendered, at least took part in? Light-years ahead in racial sensitivity, he'd go outside and hail a cab for a black friend when many a cabbie wouldn't stop for blacks. Similarly, he refused to perform in venues unwelcoming to other races.

Trace his life in his recordings: Songs in my favorite album, In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning, no callow youth could've possibly understood, let alone put into them what he did -- soul, heart, sadness. Among his many gifts was spot-on instinct about when to sing what. He sang light, even fluffy songs, but not so often; he knew what spoke to him, and he answered.

Today scarcely an eyebrow would be raised at his divorce from "Nancy With the Laughing Face," his first and young wife. Not so then: We wanted our stars to mount a pedestal and stay there. No clay feet allowed. They remained friends, forming a successful recording company. Family remained all-important to him, and his children he never abandoned, any more than did he Nancy, no matter his wife-at-the-time. Recall his gaunt white face while Frank Jr. was kidnapped? As Our Genial Host discussed in a long-ago essay, Ava Gardner was probably The One, but given the nature of the Hollywood, entertainment, recording beasts, we'll never know.

Though The Chairman of the Board (thanks JP for who gave him that moniker, which he didn't like and tried to shed but it caught on and there was no going back; Ol' Blue Eyes he preferred, if a nickname he must have) singing a wee-small-hours sort of song will always break my heart, call to me anywhere, anytime, I delighted in his receiving an Oscar for his (absolutely non-singing) role as the young soldier Maggio in "From Here to Eternity" (from James Jones' book, I THINK, but don't trust me: I've not looked it up). Asked to dance in "On The Town," he learned, and well. Take a re-look at that movie and be amazed at the skinny kid from Hoboken. In other films, as well, he danced; moreover, his comedy-timing was perfect. A willing and hard worker, the ultimate professional, he gave his best, demanded the same from colleagues.

The epitome of 'survivor,' he returned and returned, stayed and stayed, teaching several generations what he had to give. Naturally we heard orchestrations change as he aged, just as we do with other aging singers, but he retained that unbelievable breath control; that delivery no one can match. A friend who teaches (opera) singing tells students "Listen to Sinatra and to country singers to learn how to deliver a song."

This vignette I shared when JP wrote of Ava, but it fits: Being in the right place at the right time enabled me to sing under Robert Shaw (Robert Shaw Chorale, etc, for decades America's pre-eminent conductor). In rehearsal for Stravinsky's "Symphony of Psalms" and a Bach cantata he became enraged, threw down his baton, screamed, "Haven't you EVER listened to Frank SInatra? His breath control? Go buy at recording and study during lunch break." And stalked off wiping his red face with the inevitable white towel around his neck, using words that would remove me from this page.

Oh, yes. Francis Albert Sinatra.

cuukoo1~

I DID enjoy your fish links. I was speechless and thinking that I would happily swap one of those monsters for equal weight in pan-sized brookies but they must be fun to catch.

I'm guessing that you guys aren't using 2# test line.

Thanks for giving us the bird to add to the subject of the day.

That's to Dzrtlzy.

Nothing personal.....lol 

A favorite--When Madame de Stael was writing her memoirs, a female friend asked how she would manage to portray herself and her amours.  "Oh!" answered Madame de Stael, "I shall give only a bust of myself."
 

In fact, I must include this classic....
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech are growing proudly in the woods. A small tree begins to grow beside them, and the beech says to the birch: "Is that the son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says that she can't tell, and the two trees argue all afternoon.  Just then, a woodpecker lands on the young tree.  The birch says, "Hey Woody, you're an expert on trees.  Is that the son of a beech or a son of a birch?"  The woodpecker tastes a little sample of the sapling and replies, "It's neither a son of a beech or a son of a birch.  But, it's the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker into."  Goodnight, Irene. 

 Jack: I worked my way up through the ranksJohn: I bet the ranks were grateful The BBC show Torchwood is littered with double entndre and innuendo. The character Captain Jack Harkness has actually been called Captain of the Innuendo Squad.

There is a well-known combination of language misuse and double-entendre supposedly from a homework paper by a high school student.
 
"When Queen Elizabeth exposed herself to her troops, they shouted 'hurrah'."

Georgia - Eve,

Frank Sinatra must have been a special man indeed to have his qualities remembered and chronicled so eloquently by you. What a great posting to herald your return to the neighborhood.

Hairspray has a very neat little Triple Entendre:Corny Collins, amid a mist of hairspray, declares to one of the female dancers, "Looks like you need a stiff one!"

I've told this one before, but it's one of my faves, so indulge me arf a mo, guvnors...
 
A woman walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a double entendre...and he gives it to her.
 
rim shot
 
I love wordplay, but I must fly out the door as it comes innuendo...

Could have been a classic Star Trek line "Spock,do you think there are any Klingons aroud Uranus." That's it, I'm outa here for the day, maybe two.......

The current Foster Grant commercial with Raquel Welsh reading a menu, meets the mark, when the waiter asks if she sees anything she likes. Raquel responds she does.

Normally, I can't make it through a class session without inadvertantly entendre-ing.  But today, I'm shooting blanks.

My task today seemed easy enough. I'm writing copy for our media kit at LookingGlassLane.com

It's a collaborative site. Myself and four women. The site's purpose? Integrating brands with viral videos of women rediscovering adventure. A sort of "inner child" thing.

Right. So try this. Write the word "women" and "play" and "childlike" and (gasp) "toys" and . . . DON'T make it sound like the Bunny Mansion.

Impossible.

New plan for our site: Integrating sex, women and brands.

Why not? It's worked for ages.

I'm a female Hugh Hefner for wives and moms.

Surely I have a niche product with that.

Double entendres abound in song lyrics and poetry. People are amply endowed with unrestrained fancy - words can stimulate a delicious mélange of sensations - different encounters often elicit a myriad of positions - so that very few things in life have only one meaning.
One of my favorite poems, in this genre, is "The Silken Tent" by Robert Frost

"She is as in a field a silken tent

At midday when the sunny summer breeze

Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,

So that in guys it gently sways at ease,

And its supporting central cedar pole,

That is its pinnacle to heavenward

And signifies the sureness of the soul,

Seems to owe naught to any single cord,

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound

By countless silken ties of love and thought

To everything on earth the compass round,

And only by one's going slightly taut

In the capriciousness of summer air

Is of the slightest bondage made aware."

Poetry and song can be intensely pleasurable because it's not tied down to a single exposition, don't you agree?

Dzrtldy:
Upon some thought I think that bird is a double with a subliminal entendre.
So, you get a triple.

Korthal....I'll take that triple, on the rocks.  "And I mean ice!" :~)

Oh.......how funny and topical.  A friend sent this to me today; thought I'd share as the subject matter fits right in--doubles, triples, and then some.  "Big Deck."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz82fjXqFQ4
 

Dzrtldy:
Scotch or Stoli gold?

Dewar's white lable, of course.

Since summer is upon us, I'll take a Cabo Wabo.......and then I'll take a nap.

The lack of perceptiveness between cultures can sometimes make for a fun double entendre... Anyone remember Wang computers? Someone should have pulled Dr. An Wang over in the seventies and said, "Hey Doc, you may want to use your first name insteadof your last." I would have but...

And, how many Phucket Thai restaurants are there? I've got three in a one mile radius near me.  Dr. Wang should have been so fortunate.

I just hope when I go to Russia, someone clues me in on the cultural scene, we probably don't need anymore double entendre slip-ups there.

Cabo Wabo? Whato?

 One of the funniest unintentional double entendres was this one: A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have
snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked, "So Bob, where's
that eight inches you promised me last night?" Not only did HE have to
leave the set, but half the crew did too, because they were laughing so
hard!
  

Tequila, Kortho.  I've recently been introduced to tequila's magnificent mellowness........and that's the way I feel.  The tequila isn't bad either.  Ba-dum-dum.

Kortho--just saw your posting.....chocolate is the center of my universe.  Scharffen-Berger is my baking chocolate of choice.  And, if a little happens to remain on my counter.....it's devoured. 

Dzrtldy:
Tequila MAKES ME CRAZY!

Kortho"l"  Sorry.......slip of the l. 

Crazy is good!  The older I get, the crazier I become. Whether or not it's becoming.

Wow.....I just realized I used an "o" instead of an "a."  Ok.  Enough Cabo Wabo for me today.  Sheepish grin.   For the record:  KORTHAL  "I think she's got it!"

Dzrtldy:
You are a true gourmet. I don't know Scharffen-Berger. But you can be assured I will check it out.
Chocolate is also a very big part of my life.
Maybe a little pedistrian but I love my Mothers brownies with walnuts, Magic Cookie bars and chocolate cheesecake.
Go on from there!
I'm melting just thinking about homemade chocolate chip cookies. Brigiham's hot fudge for my ice cream with marshmellow.
Oh my, oh my! Stop me now.

I understand your passion!  Nothing pedestrian about one's mom's cooking/baking.  My mother was self-taught, and she could hold her own against any chef.  Never less than 4 desserts on a holiday table..........but I'm Italian, so "less" didn't even enter our lexicon.  She inspired my love of the culinary world; we'd sit and discuss recipes for hours.  And, I'm with you:  Hot fudge on vanilla and/or coffee ice cream..........Double yum.  Hold the entendres. 
 

Stoney, seven weeks later and now you tell me, hell of a guy you are....
 
Peter Lake, I remember Peter Jennings trying to keep a straight face reporting "The probe Voyager today discovered seven brown rings aroung Uranus."
 
Whoa, where was this going?

Side note, first night of tennis tonight.  Half hour of tennis, half hour drinking beer, we work into this, the tennis getting shorter and the beer drinking gets more serious as it gets hotter.  Actually felt pretty good.   We'll see what the morning brings, if I can walk down the stairs.
 
I play with the company comptroller, she is a very slightly older woman who likes to ask how many balls I have left, and regularly tells me to pick my balls up off the court, she hurt her back once slipping on some balls. 

Okay, you had to take another step, COFFEE ice cream.

Coffee another of my downfalls.

A high school English teacher who had been a major in the army during the Big One and was well loved by all of the guys, would end class with a quote from something. My friend Leonard-from his notes of her best:

"It was a phrase, read over the shoulder of Father Ryan, that made Lysette feel increasingly uncomfortable in the missionary position that she had held since graduation."

Ok, Korthal.  Then I won't even tell you about my Espresso Brownies with Dark, White, & Peanut Butter Chips...........and walnuts.  Not one word.

Stoney, seek treatment before its too late...

Gia, GREAT one!!! 

The University of SC mascot is the Gamecock. Whole wardrobes have been devoted to "cocks" jokes.

Greetings:  I was driving today with a friend and the conversation went as follows:

"Turn left here."

"Right here?"

"No left."

"I mean, ‘Left here?'"

"Right."     

At a local restaurant called 'Big Al's,' the waitresses wore shirts with 'Big Al's' printed across the front.  My Dad remarked to a waitress, "I didnt' know they called them Al's."

Isn't there a restaurant in Ocean City "Big Pecker's"?
 
I know there is one in OBX called "Dirty Dick's"

While walking on a beach with my husband and a couple of his friends, the following conversation transpired as a very attractive young woman in a very skimpy bathing suit passes.
 friend #1
"Whew wee...nice"
 friend #2
"What do you think....does the carpet match the drapes?"
 
my husband's reply....
" By the looks of that bathing suit...gotta be hardwood floors."