why do we only say "bullshit" or "horseshit" when we think someone is wrong?

why can't we say "thats a load of slothshit" or "eagleshit, man!"


i guess someone can be batshit crazy...but thats just not the same

 

thats not true....

when I walk through a field with my daughter, I point and say "horseshit" then she knows to walk around it

 

usually i don`t say that, i say things like "ebassi govnata" or "maka mu mrusna i lainoto tursko" !

 

I say bollocks ^_^

 

when someone is lying to me....I actually just say....what the fuck do you think I am, stupid?

 

nonono


i mean, people say "bullshit" or "horseshit" colloquially to indicate disbelief, sometimes.

but never any other kind of animal's shit indicate's disbelief!

i dont mean its the only thing we say, and i dont mean we only say it to indicate disbelief.



if someone says "richard nixon was the best president america ever had"

why can't i respond with "emu shit!"

 

you could respond by saying, "you are making me want to go apeshit with your stupid opinions."

 

Worm Shit!

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullshit

i like the poem, i think prax will like it:

The earliest attestation mentioned by the Concise Oxford Dictionary is in fact T. S. Eliot, who between 1910 and 1916 wrote an early poem to which he gave the title The Triumph of Bullshit, written in the form of a ballade. The first stanza goes:

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

 

I don't know the origins of the terms "bullshit" and "horseshit". One of my co-workers provides a bottomless cup of it though. I'd call him a bullshit artist but an artist is good at what he does. Mr Yarnspinner is no virtuoso but he does believe his own tripe. A master bullshit artist can get anyone to believe just about anything- he could sell sausage and cheese calzones to Rabbis but the pressman in whose majestic presence I bask in every night during the week could tell me what my name is and I'd need to check my driver's license just to be sure. If lies were currency he'd be a fucking tycoon.

Attributing much of his personal pan tripe to internet and television news I have theorized that he has his own private news service and internet not shared by any other individual in existence. Fascinating tidbits gained from this magical mystery boor include tales of impressive Arizona humidity, to how fast he's driven a passenger car (170) to how many drugs he's done to the fastest pitch by a major league pitcher (109 mph) to Metallica playing at his 18th birthday party at home in Arizona in 1986 before they hit it big (they formed in 1981 in Los Angeles) to Tom Brady's career ending achilles tendon rupture (he tore his ACL and MCL and will likely return next year); he has shared automotive tidbits that I'm unable to comprehend the particulars of that have left other gearhead co-workers in utter disbelief. The man admittedly knows alot- it's a shame that so much of it isn't true. This can be entertaining until he shares on the job bullshit about how the supervisor was really pissed about a project I took on- turns out the supervisor couldn't have been happier about what was done.

I can't say how the terms bullshit and horseshit figure into what this is- I can say that if the shit were literal my co-worker could fertilize the cornfields of Nebraska and that's no bullshit

 

i tend to say "Bologna" and I pronounce it "Buh Log nah" hahaha just kidding


its cuz shit is the most universal word and can be used in almost if not every situation

 

I've heard of someone being called a chicken shit....

Maybe the other animals don't have cool enough shit?