Beware: strong language
I just noticed Trailer Park Boys reruns are back on the tube after a little hiatus. Amazing how you don’t realize how much you miss something until it is gone. But the boys are back.
The first thing that struck me was Jim Lahey’s shittaphors.Lahey is the old warped drunkard who from time to time manages the trailer park. The man loves the word shit. He adds the word to almost everything he has to say. And sometimes it comes across as quite funny.
So I wasted my time compiling the list below.
Lahey taking a small swig
You know what you get when two shit-tectonic plates collide? Shitquakes, Julian. Shitquakes.
Shit-apples never fall far from the shit-tree
Yes I used to drink Randy but I got the shitmonkey off my back for good
The shit pool’s gettin full Randy, time to strain the shit before it overflows. I will not have a Pompeiian shit catastrophe on my hands
Your shit-goose is cooked, Ricky
I’m watching you, like a shithawk
The ole shit liner is coming to port, and I’ll be there to tie her up.
He’s about to enter the shit tornado to Oz.
Do you feel that Randy, the way the shit clings to the air? Shit Blizzard
Did you see that Randy, Goddamn shitapple driving the shitmobile. No body else in this park gives a fuck why should I?
Birds of a shitfeather flock together, Randy.
We’re in the eye of a shiticane here Julian, and Ricky’s a low shit system!
Never Cry Shitwolf
When you plant shit seeds, you get shit weeds.
Lahey and his sidekick Randy in the drunk tank. Notice Lahey has wet himself.
you boys have loaded up a hair-trigger, double barrelled shitmachinegun, and the barrel’s pointing right at your own heads
How dare you involve my daughter in your hemisphere of shit
We’re sailing into a shit typhoon Randy, we’d better haul in the jib before it gets covered in shit
“You started this shitstorm, limpy.”
Ricky: “Why bother with a couple of shit sticks when you can have the whole shit trolley?” Lahey: “Nice shit analogy, Rick.”
“When you keep getting pelted by shit balls, Deputy, you gotta get a shit bat.”
“We gotta nail those shitiots.”
“Well, Ricky, it looks like you cooked your shit goose this time.”
(Erica:) “Ricky is a shit leopard that can’t change his spots.”
“Those two shit rats just pissed on forty dollars worth of eclairs at the bake sale.”
“It’s some kind of distraction from those shitniks.”
“He grew up as a little shit spark from the old shit flint hen he turned into a shit bonfire and then, driven by the winds of his monumental ignorance, he turned into a raging shit firestorm. If I get to be married to Barb, I’ll have total control of Sunnyvale and then I can unleash a shitnami tidal wave that will engulf Ricky and extinguish his shit flames forever. And, with any luck, he’ll drown in the undershit of that wave….shit waves.”
“You just opened Pandora’s shit box, Ray.”
“Shit moths, Randy. They started out as little tiny shit larvae, and then they turned into shitapillars, a pandemic of shitapillars. Everywhere you look, Randy, shitapillars. I tried to put an end to the shitapillars life cycle, but I failed. And now? Shit moths.”
“I sense a shit derailment coming.”
“Listen, we don’t want to cause any shit talk here, boys. Matter of fact, I’ve been thinking about shit a lot less these days. Seeing as how I stepped in so much over the last few years, I’m sick of shit. Sick of shit.”