Newsgroup: it.cultura.linguistica.inglese
Titolo: Nip worrying in the bud

Ciao,
ho trovato questa frase in Internet, quale è il suo significato?
Grazie mille
Saluti

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To "nip something in the bud" is to stop it before it grows too much. Nip
as in "cut (off)" and the "bud" is a flower before it's a flower.
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 and the "bud" is a flower before it's a flower.
Oh, I see. Like the "pig" is the pork before it's a pork, right? ^_^
Sebastiano

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Food, always food... :)
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Wrong.
A piglet is a pig before it's pork.
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Mary

 A piglet is a pig before it's pork.
lol

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And when is it bacon? 
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 And when is it bacon?
once it marries an egg :-)

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Nope. When it's in the oven.... :) (get it: bacon/bakin')
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 Nope. When it's in the oven.... :) (get it: bacon/bakin')
got it, lol :-)

A piglet is a pig before it's pork.
Oh, I see. But, you know, you forgot porkers.
A piglet is a pig before it's a porker before it's pork. 
Let's think it through.
Some sow has given birth to a farrow. Ten piglets are born. Let's pick
one. He eats, he grows, boy... he's a pig. He's a big fat pig...
and... ready! It's a porker. Now, who cares if it was a lady pig, or a
young male pig, we're ready to slice it up. A moment of silence for
the poor porker ready to be slaughtered. I mean it. Done! Cut yourself
some pork. Let's take some bread. A nice dinner. Some wine. And pork
chops. Done. Now, stomach, intestine, whatever your body needs to do
to what was pork. Now it's changing. It's not pork anymore. "I don't
know where I am", said what was once a li'l piglet. "It's a sort of
tunnel. It's moist. Waitaminute! I can see the light! At the end of
the tunnel! Whoa, I'm heading there! There I am! Damn, I'm falling off
the Edge of the World! Shit!" And there it is. Shit. Flushed away,
Gone With the Water. We're lucky it's not the Wind, this time. So, we
have watered down our former pork, it's spreading, feeding the ground.
A bird's flying, guaning the place. A seed falls from the sky. It's
there, in a sort of vegetable coma. Then, our miracle poop arrives.
The seed germinates. A plant grows. It's huge. It's an oak. Acorns
start falling. A pig comes by, he's a male pig. He starts eating
fallen acorns. A sow's there too. It's his fiancée. Then it's all bees
and flowers, you know, the Dance of Horny Pig and the Slutty Sow.
Once, just once. "Hi, I'm a tiny swine sperm cell, I'm looking for The
Uterus, do you have any idea where it is?"
*follow the tunnel, my friend. And good luck*.
"Thanks, man. I appreciate it."
*you're welcome*
"Yo! Is there anybody here?"
- There's me. Hi, I'm Miss Egg. Who are you, little one? -
"Miss Egg. I come in peace. I just need to fertilize you."
- What? Take your dirty hands - well, head - off me, you horny wuss!
"Oh, c'mon, you fat ball of love. You're gonna like it. I'm the best.
Comin' thru, lady!"
- Oh, shit! -
Magic.
Pregnant. What the hell! Should they keep the babies? Is he mature
enough? What are we going to do? Should you tell her mother? Damn. And
kaboom! Piglets around. Should we pick one?
Wow. Circle of Life.
And what about the veal?
There's veal, there's its ancestor, a teeny tiny brownish li'l calf,
which became a ready-to-be-butchered vialer, but you don't have
calflets hopping around the prairies, do you?
Sebastiano

Nope. When it's in the oven.... :) (get it: bacon/bakin')
You're telling me that women have buns in their ovens while sows have
bacon? That's huge!
Sebastiano

 the Edge of the World! Shit!"
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!
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No, you're confused. You're thinking of "makin' bacon" and I'm talking
about cooking dinner.
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about cooking dinner.
Oh, sorry. Pig smokin' side effects. I have to quit, I know.
Sebastiano

 as in "cut (off)" and the "bud" is a flower before it's a flower.
Thanks, as in italian "fermarlo sul nascere"
Bye

 Thanks, as in italian "fermarlo sul nascere"
Credo ci sia anche una versione più simile a quella inglese.
Ciao, FB
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Just as I thought. Another test that could have cost us our lives, saved
only by the fact that I am enormously well-bred.
(Murder by Death)


Seba, speaking of piglets, this is a dumb song which I remember from
Vicenza. It sounds like something I learned while drinking. Maybe
that's why it sticks in my mind.
La porcela la porcela
La porcela ga fat i porcei
Eran bianc e ross e bei
La porcela ga fat i porcei.
Joe from Massachusetts

La porcela ga fat i porcei.
Never heard of it. I'll ask around and see what I can find out.
Sebastiano

 Where exactly does "my baby loves shortnin' bread" fit in here? :-)
LOL... maybe in the south, in Georgia (or: JOE-ja, as it's pronounced
there.) I met a couple from Georgia over the weekend and we were talking
about how the pronunciation of some local names can be dead giveaways that
one is a tourist. In New York, for example, Houston Street is pronounced
HOW-stn, but visitors say HEW-stn (the "normal" pronunciation.)
They asked me how I would say the name of a town in Georgia called
"Marietta" and I said "That's easy: mar-i-ETta." (I was sure I was right;
there's even a musical called "Naughty Marietta" and that's the way it's
pronounced.) But in JOE-ja it's pronounced may-RETTa.
The shibboleth of the south.
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I'm sure that if you drive down to Joeja you have to pass through the
cities of Balmer and Warshnin.
Joe from Massachusetts

 cities of Balmer and Warshnin.
Yes, I believe Baltimore and Washington would be on the route... :)
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_Sebapop_, martedě 31/ago/2004:
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I did hear it!
I'm not even veneta, but a nanny I had was :')
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I think I learned it the same night I learned "Ancor un litro de quel
bon".
A friend of mine played "La Porcela" on the piano, whenever we went
into a bar that had a piano. I think it was the only thing he could
play.
Simple words, simple melodies.  Anything more complicated would
have been beyond the abilities of men under the influence!   :>)
Joe from Massachusetts