When/why did people start using "adult" as a verb?

[mjr]

My family is from the south. I consider Texas part of the southwest, which to me is different. I also like to refer to Texas and southern CA as "northern Mexico."

I don't really consider Texas part of "The South". I don't know that I consider it part of "The Southwest", either. Though I would guess it's closer to "The Southwest" rather than "The South". I guess maybe it depends on what part of Texas you're in.

[Jay 2K Winger]

Texas is really kind of in it's own category. Too "west" for the former Confederate states, too "east" for the actual Southwest. (I remember Jester jokingly telling a Texan that he was an Eastern boy, and waving his Arizonan status as his bona fides to being able to get away with that.)

[Nunavut Pants]

I also like to refer to Texas and southern CA as "northern Mexico."

Texas? Oh--you mean Baja Oklahoma!

[WishfulSpirit]

It's a humorous way of talking about things that aren't that fun to do. Like paying bills, mowing the lawn, exc. I'll cop to using it, but only in informal communication at home with my Hubby and Roommates, where slang terms are allowed.

[EricKei]

I dunno much 'bout Texas, 'cept it's B-I-G HUGE!

So I default to New Orleans -- which, if you've ever been there for any notable length of time -- you will know is not only a separate city, but a separate country from all that surrounds it.

[mjr]

I dunno much 'bout Texas, 'cept it's B-I-G HUGE!

So I default to New Orleans -- which, if you've ever been there for any notable length of time -- you will know is not only a separate city, but a separate country from all that surrounds it.

The Wife and I had thought about going to New Orleans after we got married as sort of a honeymoon...

Unfortunately, I didn't really have any vacation time...

[EricKei]

Awww. Well, go check it out when you can.

ProTip: If you wanna get the Mardi Gras experience, but without the massive crowds -- look up the St Patrick's Day (ish) parades. Many of the same floats and same folks, just redecorated, just as drunk, but 5~10% as many people, many of which are locals. This goes double if you have small kids. Drop me a PM in advance if you ever get the chance to do this, we can meet up (I have a place to hang out for one of the parades every year, all are welcome)! And yes, this goes for everybody

[CrazedClerkthe2nd]

There's always the deepest depths of urban New Orleans, too, where you can go down by ya' mama's to eat a dressed poboy, stuffed with catfish that has been deep-fried in erl, sittin' on a baguette dat's got it some good mynez spread upon it. Then ya warsh it down wit' an ice-cold Barq's longneck. After yer done, you can go and wrench yer hands in da zinc.

Oh, hush. You knew this was coming.

I actually understood all that, but I'm sure living an hour-ish east of New Orleans has a lot do with that. I still remember a few call center jobs ago the first time I got a call from a genuine Lousiana Cajun. I COULD understand him, but it took me a little bit.

[EricKei]

I am fluent in Yat, due to it being my extended family's preferred method of speech (to say I know Rocky & Carlo's very well would be an understatement); I just don't speak it on a regular basis. I've actually been asked why I lack any apparent accent before.

I can understand the Cajun accent, if not the language proper, due to having a few relatives who speak that way ("Yeah, cher!), and to watching Justin Wilson (may he R.I.P.) on PBS for all of those years.

[wolfie]

I dunno much 'bout Texas, 'cept it's B-I-G HUGE!

What do you mean "big"? Route 17/417 (picks up the "4" prefix when it becomes a controlled-access highway) across Ontario is roughly twice as long as I10 across Texas, and ask anyone from Alaska what they think of Texas being big. I've heard that some restaurants in Alaska have in the descriptions in the "for smaller appetites" section of the menu "A Texas-size portion of..."

[Food Lady]

Drop me a PM in advance if you ever get the chance to do this, we can meet up (I have a place to hang out for one of the parades every year, all are welcome)! And yes, this goes for everybody

I wish. I think you would be so fun to hang with.

[Sakka]

There's always the deepest depths of urban New Orleans, too, where you can go down by ya' mama's to eat a dressed poboy, stuffed with catfish that has been deep-fried in erl, sittin' on a baguette dat's got it some good mynez spread upon it. Then ya warsh it down wit' an ice-cold Barq's longneck. After yer done, you can go and wrench yer hands in da zinc.

Oh, hush. You knew this was coming.

The Canadian version (not a direct translation of EricKei's...)

As a Canadian, you have to be extra vigilant. There are a lot of impostors out there. If you suspect that someone is falsely trying to pass themselves off as a Canadian, make the following statement, and then carefully note their reaction:

"Last night, I cashed my pogey and went to buy a mickey of C.C. at the beer parlour, but my skidoo got stuck in the muskeg on my way back to the duplex. I was trying to deke out a deer, you see.

Damn chinook, melted everything. And then a Mountie snuck up behind me in a ghost car and gave me an impaired. I was S.O.L., sitting there dressed only in my Stanfields and a toque at the time. And the Mountie, he's all chippy and everything, calling me a disturber" and what not. What could I say, except, "Sorry, Eh!" ".

[lordlundar]

The sad part is that that is very accurate as I understood every part of it.

[wolfie]

As a Canadian, you have to be extra vigilant. There are a lot of impostors out there. If you suspect that someone is falsely trying to pass themselves off as a Canadian, make the following statement, and then carefully note their reaction:

Couple years ago, I was making a delivery of built-in office furniture at a jobsite in Virginia, and one of the installation crew claimed to be a Canadian. I asked him why people would roll up the rim on a double-double, and he didn't have a clue. Any other Canadians out there, this should be obvious.

[Racket_Man]

"Last night, I cashed my pogey and went to buy a mickey of C.C. at the beer parlour, but my skidoo got stuck in the muskeg on my way back to the duplex. I was trying to deke out a deer, you see.

Damn chinook, melted everything. And then a Mountie snuck up behind me in a ghost car and gave me an impaired. I was S.O.L., sitting there dressed only in my Stanfields and a toque at the time. And the Mountie, he's all chippy and everything, calling me a disturber" and what not. What could I say, except, "Sorry, Eh!" ".

Being VERY non Canadian I actually understood 90% of this. That is scary.

Just like I can still, for the most part, translate corporate-speak.