My Bad

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The Proliferation of the Term ‘My Bad”.
Yes, we all know what this term means thanks to slebs and wannabe slebs on the telly and radio. Somehow talking like a primitive savage who doesn’t understand English has become “cool”. (another trash American term which pisses me off).
On the telly is one thing but when white , middle aged, middle class people start using it to my face I can’t help but say, “ Do what? What did you just say?” Needless to say they get very stroppy about it.
I’m terribly sorry but you are not a South Side Los Angeles gangsta and if you ever came within half a mile of that scum you would shit your pants and cry for your mummy.
Try and live in the real world for fuck’s sake. Nobody is impressed with phrases you have just heard on Netflix you tossers.

 

Nominated Freddie the Frog

104 thoughts on “My Bad”

  1. This weekend I was shopping in morrisons and said to the cashier “can I get another bag please?”

    I done fucked up. My bad.

  2. You’ve opened up a Pandora’s box of cuntyness with this one FTF

    Say what? Response given by a cunt who doesn’t understand a simple sentence spoken to them……

    Safe… usually accompanied by a fist bump ( this person has instantly self identified himself as a cunt)

    Respect… used completely out of normal context and generally by some cunt who hasn’t got any

    Word up… FFS cunt!! Grow up

    I’ve heard fucking twats using these words around hove , not hove in New York!! East Sussex 😡

    • Cunts beginning sentences with ‘so’.
      Cashiers taking money for services or goods “That’ll be £… TODAY”
      Would it be more, or less expensive tomorrow, or yesterday ? Cunts !

  3. Guess I must be the only cunt walking Dog’s foul Earth who doesn’t know the meaning of “My Bad”. Still don’t. Am also the only cunt in the universe who doesn’t have a mobile phone.

    • RTCP- I have a mental image of you being something of an elderly curmudgeon. Railing against the insanity of the modern world at your carers. Possibly a retired colonel residing in tonbridge Wells. I’m also seeing tartan blankets, regimental ties and a still luxurious moustache .

      Am I very wide of the mark?

      • Having a moustache is a wonderful thing…mine is bushy and thick and couldn’t possibly look more bent if I tried…

      • Check out the first few minutes of this film MR – an evening in my drawing room with a certain Mince Pie Guy (who the cat dragged in). My butler Willie Stroker is operating the camera. Naturally MPG and me are going under assumed names…

        https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-OCXKIDQAaU

      • Fast paced action packed thriller, a real rollercoaster ride of a film….

        “ leaves you wanting more “
        Empire film magazine

        “ adrenaline packed Edge of your seat thriller”
        Time magazine

      • The glorious Feelgood and a chap called Ralph. What more could we ask for ?
        Donald Sinden, perhaps…

  4. ‘My bad’ is a shit Americanism but it pales in absurdity compared to the worryingly prevalent ‘i could care less’.

    Do you understand the language you’re using, cunt?

      • My bete noir is when you get elderly TV presenters keep parroting the word “cool”. It’s bad enough when some spotty 18 year old cunt says it or a 25 year old hipster, but old timers saying “cool£” FFS///

      • What if Henry Winkler was dressed in a black leather jacket and had slick back hair? Would that be exception to the rule?

      • I have ALWAYS hated “cool”.
        Nothing is cool, unless it’s between cold and tepid…
        Almost as shit-gripping as “man”…or dude.

  5. Americanisms proliferated by utter cunts. There should be an on-the-spot £60 fine for uttering one of these bastardisations of the English language. ‘Can I get’? Yeah, a size ten steel toe-cap up your ricker, you oh-so trendy cunt.

  6. Always liked what the Bunnymen’s Ian McCulloch said about that cunt Eminem…
    Mac the mouth said that if Slim Fucking Shady walked into a Liverpool pub with that stupid mask and that chainsaw, the cunt would have the mask shoved up his arse and the chainsaw wrapped round his neck…

    All hip hop gangsta type ‘hard case’ cunts should also be treated in this manner….
    Grown men calling themselves Diiddy, Snoop, Dre and fucking Eminem?!
    Fucking bellends….

    • I always thought Dre was a brand of shampoo for da wimminz with dandruff…

  7. I’ve used this expression, and on ISAC, too. I would like to repent, especially as it is Shrove Tuesday. Will Fr. Dick Fiddler, SJ, please hear my confession? And shrive me of my bad?

    • CaughtSpedding might be your best bet, K. I feel sure that he knows Ecclesiastical Latin, and would be only too willing to judge your shortcomings….can probably even call you a “wicked Cunt” in
      Assyrian unless you can bolt out of the confessional before he builds up a full head of steam.

      🙂 .

      • Thank you, Fr. Fiddler. My sin is too great for absolution without punishment? Woe. (tries to find Unicode block for Assyrian cuneiform, fails) It will have to be Ugaritic, I’m afraid.

      • You have got me quite wrong, Mr F.
        Assuming my concomitant vituperative admonishments were ineffectual, any British English speaker who persisted in using “my bad” in my presence, other than by way of satire, would quite probably end up mildly disfigured.
        No Latin or Assyrian involvement.

      • ISAC never fails to delight.

        Stephen Tharp is a great musician.

        Do you play the piece at Beverley Minster, forsooth ?

      • No, indeed not HBH, why Beverly? As with your E I Addio encipherment, I previse a logical rationale, but it eludes.
        Raymond Sunderland, at the nearby Bridlington Priory, was a minor hero of mine as a teenager. I never met him (he died before I began playing). He wrote a recherché but fabulous arrangement of Sibelius’ Finlandia. I have an LP (Vista label) of him performing it on the Priory’s Mander instrument.
        As write this, and thinking back to my youth, I’ve cracked your encryption.
        Alan Spedding.
        Never met him either.

      • Don’t tell me you’re an organist too, HBH? Where/how did you drag up Alan Spedding/Beverley Minster?
        Bit arcane, methinks.

      • Sorry, CS, I ballsed up a little…

        Am not an organist, but if I had the ability, I’d like to learn. Did about 6 months of organ building, back in my Norfolk days.
        I indeed remembered a Director of Music by the name of Alan Spedding, at Beverly Minster. As you did, too… However, RIP about 5 years ago, when I checked…
        Am hoping that somebody might YouTube post or transfer to CD the late Peter Hurford’s St. Alban’s Abbey LPs (Alpha label), likewise a 7″ he did at the RCO exam organ.

        We have more than enough talent at ISAC to run the country properly, I reckon.

      • †
        I didn’t know Peter Hurford has just died, HBH, how on Earth did you get to hear that obscure piece of news?

        When I was at Jesus, Peter and Roger (Bowers) were the heart and soul of Chapel music. Peter, as you probably know, was a towering ambassador of British organ playing, certainly the greatest of the latter C20 – and for the St Albans Festival alone.

        I knew he was unwell with the dreaded Alzheimers, but I had no idea he was getting near the end.
        A colossus among organists, not so much for his playing, which I thought often overnice, but for his warmth and his dedication to the credo that musicality per se is paramount, and in organ scholarship in particular.

        As you say, HBH, the jouissance deriving from ISAC is unbridled, although in this case somewhat sombre.

        RIP Peter Hurford, OBE 1930–2019

        https://youtu.be/JWC7_BgvbAk
        †

      • Hi CS !

        Heard the news re PH on the Mander Forum (officially mander-organs-forum.invisionzone.com). His book “Making Music on the Organ” must surely be one of the greatest vade-mecums ever written. Yes, as you say, musicality right at the centre of everything he did.

        Noel Rawsthorne also RIP earlier this year.

      • Fuck, I thought Rawsthorne was long gone. He was another of my minor heroes of childhood, but never met him either. I have played the Liverpool instrument, say no more!
        I had heard Jean Guillou (St Eustache) died in January, and I had met him at a recital long ago. Bloody hell, I’m feeling slightly odd now, thinking of all these incredibly familiar names, now suddenly no more.
        Headfuck actually. Who else?
        Prosperum iter facias, HBH

    • Repent of you deep antisemitism as a matter of urgency Komodo. Tread a new path. Walk in the light. Rabbi Ruff Tuff is waiting for you. All you have to do is say your sorry.

    • Miles is your man Komodo… he’ll be no stranger to the confessional, I’ll be bound.

      • I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of Heaven, and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in Heaven, and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in Heaven.

      • If Peter (and his often arbitrary successors) suffered from wind, t’other place would be preferable, then.

      • I say my bad too komodo, I never say my bad playa but still. I partly blame my canadian heritage and for that I am eternally SORRY Freddie

      • Afternoon caughtspedding.

        Lady Creampuff’s not averse to a spot of heavy bondage now and again.

      • Afternoon, Mr C.
        Straight out of the Girl Guides’ handbook of knots, “Whipping and Lashings”, I trow.

  8. There are so many of these its utterly ridiculous… “Well jel ” Is another one that infuriates me..
    But the one which makes me want to scream out loud is “so called”…
    WTF.. Do these cunts think before they speak…
    So called cunts…

    • There are exceptions to every rule though and the only times it’s exceptible to say “so-called” are so-called Brexit and Teresa May: so-called Prime minister and here so-called deal.

    • I saw that thick as pig shit permanently tanned human stick joey Essex on some show last year and he actually said “ well jel “ and another cuntish abbreviation “ dis”
      In future the only place I would like to see Essex or infact any cunt using abbreviations is under a bus….

  9. To be fair there are plenty of Americanisms I use, but they are all sweary ones:
    Motherfucker
    Cocksucker
    Faggot
    Shut the fuck up etc etc
    The Yanks are particularly good at swearing and basically telling people to fuck off.
    I love that scene in “Glengarry Glen Ross” where Al Pacino says “you cunt” with a particular emphasis on the “t”.

    • Sherman’s have absolutely no idea about how and when to deploy the word cunt.

  10. I’ve now managed to purge pretty much everything EU from my castle.

    Car has been replaced with a Jap one and I’ve even closed my Santander bank account.

    All food coming in is now British with the exception of chillis. No more pasta!

    I’m really looking forward to my leaving party on the 29th and shall be completely blotto on home brew.

    ‘My Good’

    Goodbye for now.

  11. Good cunting. Moronic Americanisms are a disease.

    My bad.
    Your bad what? Bad is an adjective.

    Cretins.

    • And “double fuck” if they’re “French Fries”, although the Belgians sometimes lay claim to them. In which case baked potatoes with locally-sourced (ie Non EU) butter are a great alternative.

      Verminhofstadt needs to go into the deep-fat fryer, and well battered.

    • They can’t even say twat properly, they pronounce it as twot even though there is no fucking O in it.

    • Garbage! Don’t you mean rubbish ?

      The fuckers can’t even say aluminium properly!! Cunts…..

      Alloooominum ? Have another go cunt!

      • “Fuck fannies. They’re cunts not arses you cunt”

        Well in america fanny means your arse so… americans always subvert british meanings like they stole football even tho football was already an established sport before it became known as soccer in usa. Whatever you call it lets get one thing straight about american football its a fucking egg FFS shouldn’t it be called eggball or handegg?!

    • Afternoon, Cuntflap! Not a mistake, but neither has it any meaning, to be punctilious.
      The etymology, however, is that it was a humorous, disposable anonym I once used on a blog last year. MI6/SIS was being “discussed” by knobby-know-all (but embarrassingly uninformed) bellends, who were spouting pure bobbins. [David Spedding was SIS “Chief” in 90s,qv.]
      I subsequently made a gravatar (using the JesColl Rooster) and, errm, that’s it. [The last time I was caught speeding was in 1997, I’ve never met anyone called Spedding, and I don’t work for SIS.]

      • Hehe, not a bit of it. Was a mildly miffed about being actually “ticked off” (again) for a comment in German. I take Admin’s point, but I’m not actually stupid, and anyways (like that?!) it was a remarkably sensible, relevant and –dare I say witty?– reply.
        I’ve been/am suddenly preternaturally ensconced with some unexpected mither (which is a fucking pain, and lloks like a lot of work); as our Septic cousins would have it: “we’ve gotten a situation right now”… my bad!
        CUNTS

      • Also, MP, I heard yesterday a friend’s sister just died, aged 51. Call me controversial, but I find funerals either gnarly, cringe-worthy and vexatious events, or –if you were actually close – just horribly sad. This one will be the former, I fear.

      • To admin:
        Thanks for your infinite benevolence, and for that glowing approbation. I can only apologise in advance should yesterday’s Teutonic remarks become a fons et origo of any future foolishness of the type that you limn.
        As elsewhere outlined, the source of my choler lay elsewhere: work and funerals.

        73 de J

      • The last one I went to at the crem’ the MC was talking about the deceased as if he knew him-‘We all knew —-‘s love of Frank Sinatra’ ‘We all remember the time…”Then because he had fuck all else to say-‘We have our memories…. We’ll always have our memories…’ Oh stop PLEASE. Let’s get the pub.

        Catholic funerals are the best. At least we know how to do Death.

      • I should have said, MP, this one will be a bit of both. Also, there will be present a mutual friend outwith whom I have fallen (and badly and recently). Awkward. You’re right about Catholic funerals; I remember one where, at the piss-up afterwards, the Holy Roller was already at the social club, now transmogrified into a bingo caller: ignotum per ignotius.
        The only funeral I ever “enjoyed” was a Jamaican “nine nights”. I was the only pale-face, and the deceased had been quite a “big cheese”. There was almost a fight at the burial, one of the mourners had been someone’s babyfather all these years, etc etc. A cracker, with much ganja and Wray&Nephew.

      • Well it seems caughtspedding your syntax up which we will have to put. Gladly I can say on my part. It is worth the effort.

        Just looked ignotum per ignotius. Wray & Nephew I am now au fait with.

        To explain my outburst of a week ago. I was pissed. But also to do with being an Educating Rita type; late to education so hungry for it. And chose the most difficult modernist writers to read. Quickly I am a born reactionary and a lazy cunt. So I reacted hugely towards clarity simplicity in the use of language.

        There are people who express themselves in a roundabout way quite naturally. You are one such.

        Enough.

        Hope your funereal experience not so overwhelming tomorrow.

      • Thanks for your kind thoughts, Miles, although she only died on Sunday. I imagine the funeral will be late next week. Her brother, my friend, flew back from Melbourne, VIC (where he lives) over the weekend, but he missed her last breath by a couple of hours. Very sad indeed.

    • I’m not sure who’s the bigger cunts?
      People that actually use that expression
      Or the sad people that go on a forum to debate it?

      • Deep indeed Q, and it had not passed me by. On balance, I’d call it a draw.

      • Seriously CS how much of a cunt would you have to be to spend hours debating where that expression came from?
        The biggest question is how did those cunts actually find that forum?
        They must have put it into their search engine “ where does “my bad” originate from?” Who fucking cares!!
        Go out you cunts!
        Get drunk!
        Get a life 😂

      • Indeed, Q, and I can only agree. I certainly attend to all three of your sensible suggestions… and then some(!) The stackexchange.com forum is pretty good, however; the English language section is just a small (but entertaining) bit of it.

  17. I don’t get it….
    It’s just as easy to say My Mistake as My Bad…
    Attention seeking cunts.

  18. “How are you today?”
    “I’m good”
    “I didn’t enquire as to your behaviour. Cunt.”

    • How far is it to shitsville?
      About four hours.
      How long will it take?
      About 200 miles
      FFS

  19. These expressions, no just Yankeeisms by the way, should be dealt with using the accepted response:

    ‘My bad’ You cunt.
    ‘Innit’ You cunt
    ‘Bruv’ You cunt
    ‘Fam’ You cunt
    ‘Can I get’ You cunt.
    It works in all circumstances.

    • Also add blud. The young cunts in work use it. It’s cool innit. Sorry, I mean it’s sick blud. Fuck, where will it end?

  20. I hate the way the English language has become trashed by morons and Americans who seem to trivialise anything that’s cultured.

    • Wholly off topic, FF, but I noticed in a nom by Cunt Engine last November (referred to in Catholic Church) that you were involved for 30 years in church organ construction.
      Being a (non-churchgoing) keen organist – I have a Hauptwerk at home – my interest is piqued. Did you work for a specific builder?
      I know my ophicleides from my fagotts, and my Hope-Jones’s from my Comptons….

      • That’s right caughtspedding .
        I see your well informed.
        I worked for a firm called Morgan and Smith. I enjoyed the work as I’m a music nut . Strangely not organ music but more of an old prog rock fan , and more the taste in old rock as Ruff Tuff Cream Puff.

      • Yes…!
        Not heard of them, and see from the www an eponymous Kent firm that does loft conversions. Can’t see any organ lofts, though.
        I remember a trip to Jardine’s as a schoolboy when I started playing. I do now and then have a tinkle on big cathedral instruments (if I’m allowed) but these days it’s mostly my Hauptwerk.
        It’s really superb, you can create everything from a Renatus Harris, through Cavaillé-Coll to an exact replica of Liverpool’s Willis.
        (Rick Wakeman’s minimoogs and mellotrons are a piece of cake!)
        Good stuff!

  21. To diagrams, Americans can’t say ‘squirrel’ or ‘mirror’; quite amusing actually. Aussies can’t say ‘ferry’ it comes out as ‘fairy’.

    • …or Horror. Because of their insistence in pronouncing the ‘r’ (instead of being a schwa like teachER or plumbER therefore rolling it – teachurrrr, plumburrr) it comes out as one syllable.

    • Soon it won’t even be america, it will be mexerica thanks to president drumpfs or should I say president kushners immigration policy. California is basically mexifornia now and texas isn’t even close to its white cowboy aw shucks stereotype that it was in the 70’s or 80’s. My mum went to arizona last year for holiday she said she barely saw any white americans mostly mexicans and very few spoke english thankfully she wasn’t mudered by MS13 while there

  25. You know society is fucked when white, middle aged, middle class people start using LA street slang and think nothing of it.

  26. Fairly standard example of today’s dumbed down torrent of grammatically incorrect ‘street’ bullshit. Illiteracy worming it’s way into every level of society. I shall cite KFC for their turd of an advert featuring some chav voiceover miss pronouncing ‘ninety nine’ (worthy of it’s Own cunting). Makes my piss boil every time I hear it. Though not as much as South East Trains safety announcement regarding reporting anything suspicious as ‘See it, Say it, Sorted’. Whichever cunt came up with that deserves public flogging the utter bellend.

    • Fucking hell, just hearing about that South East Trains announcement has boiled my piss to extreme temperatures.

  28. Dint none tell yall about tha ragga muffin bizznis and ting?

    Immitating the brothers won’t go down well in the future.. Just ask the BBC about the Black and White Mistrel Show..

    Hallo Mammy! – My Bad?

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