Have you ever received a Rats Ass?

[1BigDog]

So, someone said to me the other night that they wouldnt give a rats ass. It got me to thinking. Do people really give anyone a rats ass as a gift or something or is it a folklore thing? Cmon, its pouring rain outside now and im bored to death. I truly know that at least one of you here really does give a rats ass. Lets here from yas......

[Brake Pad]

My Rats ass looks just like your's, So.... its raining here too.

[pmelah]

here too it looks the same except the wind

[gscbertrand]

I sure hope you folks in the south have a rats ass to give when hurricane season has ended.

[MasterGuns]

My cat left part of a rat for me outside the back door this morning. I think it was the rear part so my cat did give a rats ass. Plus it was raining.

[SilvrT]

I don't give a Rats Ass but I once offered someone a piece of tail ...

[pmelah]

when the season is over we will have given away all our rats asses so we wont hhave anymore to give

[Bubber]

I will give a Rats a$$ when I get a

 

 

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Round TUIT

[RandyR]

Rats Ass is a term we've inherited from the Napoleonic Wars.

 

After Napoleon's army captured Moscow, which the Russians had abandoned and burned to the ground, there was no food left to eat. The Grand Army was reduced to killing what rodents they could find for dinner.

 

Before beginning the grim march back to the west, Napoleon told his adjutant that he wanted to honor his soldiers for their efforts. His Adjutant returned shortly with several large baskets of small round donut-like furry objects which he had been given by the army's chefs who had removed them before cooking the last dinner.

 

Napoleon struck his Adjutant with his riding crop and exclaimed....

 

I don't give a rats ass.

 

Now you know the story.

 

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[Aussie Annie]

Good Lordy.... history lesson That's when a lot of kids' don't give a rat's

[dingy]

I did get a rodents rectum once.

 

Gary

[bongobobny]

No I haven't but there were several times in my life that if I would have had one I would have given it away ("I could give a rat's a$$")

[dacheedah]

would not at the bar, would not in my car, ,,

[ragtop69gs]

I don't give a Rats Ass but I once offered someone a piece of tail ...

 

And how did your wife feel about your generous offer ? :rotfl: Not that I give a rat's ass

[Aussie Annie]

And how did your wife feel about your generous offer ? :rotfl: Not that I give a rat's ass

 

Boom, Boom

:rotf::crackup:

[saddlebum]

Source: Mindlesscrap

One theory: there used to be a bounty on rat's heads, and you could turn them in to the county office for a nickel a piece. This would make a rats bottom half worthless, thus "I don't give a rat's ass" would be appropriate.

 

[mini-muffin]

Wow if this is what happens during hurricane season I don't want to know what the northern folk will come up with during winter. Just think how scary that could be. I know you don't give a rat's *ss. :crackup::crackup:

Margaret

[Dragonslayer]

So, someone said to me the other night that they wouldnt give a rats ass. It got me to thinking. Do people really give anyone a rats ass as a gift or something or is it a folklore thing? Cmon, its pouring rain outside now and im bored to death. I truly know that at least one of you here really does give a rats ass. Lets here from yas......[/quote] I've never actually recieved a Rat's A$$ before nor do I recall ever having given one. But, I do believe that a Rat's A$$ is a more substanial gift than a Diddly Squat, Which seems an abstract Item to wrap and an unrealistic gift to give..

[Dragonslayer]

Rats Ass is a term we've inherited from the Napoleonic Wars.

 

After Napoleon's army captured Moscow, which the Russians had abandoned and burned to the ground, there was no food left to eat. The Grand Army was reduced to killing what rodents they could find for dinner.

 

Before beginning the grim march back to the west, Napoleon told his adjutant that he wanted to honor his soldiers for their efforts. His Adjutant returned shortly with several large baskets of small round donut-like furry objects which he had been given by the army's chefs who had removed them before cooking the last dinner.

 

Napoleon struck his Adjutant with his riding crop and exclaimed....

 

I don't give a rats ass.

 

Now you know the story.

 

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All righty then, Randy I believe it is time to Get you a postman's uniform and change your handle to Cliff Claven of the Cheers fame.:rotfl:

[mini-muffin]

Ok Someone had to bring up diddley squat so here ya go

ddly Squat was born in a noisy inn on the outskirts of Philadelphia, at 3:00 PM on Thursday January 20th 1732. His mother was a waitress for this popular tavern of the day and was busy serving ale and beer nuts to the customers. She was Eliza Squat who married the no good Don't Have Squat who left her for another woman. Eliza named her son Diddly because of the jerky motions he would make while lying in his crib and it reminded her of the diddle a bow would make when playing her fiddle.

 

Diddly's childhood was largely consumed with aimless wanderings and living the life of a street urchin where he learned to play the banjo and began writing songs at the young age of fifteen years. His mother, now a waitress for a tavern in New York City encouraged Diddly to play his songs in the tavern and it was there in that tavern that Diddly Squat found his form and he sang passionately about tyranny and oppression and the colonists listened, and drank their ales, nodding in sober agreement to the protestant nature of Diddly's music.

 

After a few months of playing his banjo at the tavern, Diddly took his act and hit the road touring all thirteen colonies in a rented buggy and a mule. Slowly but surely Diddly Squat was getting noticed. Other musicians were playing his songs in the taverns and pubs that sprawled across the colonies. By 1750 Diddly was a huge sensation selling out opera houses to standing room only crowds singing about the American dream before America even had a dream. It was said at the time that Diddly Squat epitomized what it meant to be an American even though everyone agreed they had no idea what that meant.

 

Diddly's fame was so famous even the King of England wanted to check out his act. Tickets were so costly that many families found themselves with out a house or any food because they foolishly spent the rent money on tickets to go see Diddly Squat. In the state of Virginia a young George Washington, who has been grounded because he chopped down his fathers cherry tree, discovers his friend Benjamin Franklin has two tickets to go see Diddly play his banjo at the opera house in Richmond. Young George went directly to his father and pleaded his case. His father's only reply was; "Who's Diddly Squat?" Incredulous, as teens can be about their fathers, George stammered; "You don't know Diddly Squat?"

 

Years later, during the Revolutionary war General George Washington would often tell the troops stories of his childhood to boost their morale. One of the more popular stories amongst the troops was his story of his fathers refusal to let him go see Diddly Squat in Richmond Virginia. During the heat of battle when bullets were either whizzing by or bone shatteringly piercing flesh and cannon balls would either fly through the air exploding onto hapless soldiers or rolling thunderously across the field of battle doing its damage in a different way, the troops would often look at each other and smile knowingly, somebody inevitably saying what everybody was thinking. "What? You don't know Diddly Squat?"

 

Before long, the question became a battle cry as the passionate rebels who fought for freedom would cry; "You don't know Diddly Squat!" During one battle or some or other battle in one of those places they fought the revolution, the British had Washington and his army surrounded and it looked bleak for the colonists who now had a dream of dreaming the American dream. The same dream that Diddly Squat sang about so many years before. General Somebody or other from the British army sent a communique to General Washington offering him terms of surrender. In response Washington sent back a note that had one simple response: "You don't know Diddly Squat!"

 

This response so confounded General Somebody or Other and his military advisor's that their advantaged was compromised when the Americans charged the British while General Somebody or Other and his military advisor's were still deep in contemplation as to the meaning of Washington's reply to the demands of surrender. When General Somebody or Other was received by Washington after Somebody or Others surrender, the first question General Somebody asked was; "Who is Diddly Squat?"

 

The sad historic irony of this fiction is that while George Washington remains a prominent historical figure, the name Diddly Squat, while not forgotten, not remembered for the man who went by that name.

 

Read more: http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_history_of_diddly_squat#ixzz24y3ZPqXA

Obviously not a real story but way too funny not to share.

Margaret

[Dragonslayer]

Ok Someone had to bring up diddley squat so here ya go

 

ddly Squat was born in a noisy inn on the outskirts of Philadelphia, at 3:00 PM on Thursday January 20th 1732. His mother was a waitress for this popular tavern of the day and was busy serving ale and beer nuts to the customers. She was Eliza Squat who married the no good Don't Have Squat who left her for another woman. Eliza named her son Diddly because of the jerky motions he would make while lying in his crib and it reminded her of the diddle a bow would make when playing her fiddle.

 

Diddly's childhood was largely consumed with aimless wanderings and living the life of a street urchin where he learned to play the banjo and began writing songs at the young age of fifteen years. His mother, now a waitress for a tavern in New York City encouraged Diddly to play his songs in the tavern and it was there in that tavern that Diddly Squat found his form and he sang passionately about tyranny and oppression and the colonists listened, and drank their ales, nodding in sober agreement to the protestant nature of Diddly's music.

 

After a few months of playing his banjo at the tavern, Diddly took his act and hit the road touring all thirteen colonies in a rented buggy and a mule. Slowly but surely Diddly Squat was getting noticed. Other musicians were playing his songs in the taverns and pubs that sprawled across the colonies. By 1750 Diddly was a huge sensation

selling out opera houses to standing room only crowds singing about the American dream before America even had a dream. It was said at the time that Diddly Squat epitomized what it meant to be an American even though everyone agreed they had no idea what that meant.

 

Diddly's fame was so famous even the King of England wanted to check out his act. Tickets were so costly that many families found themselves with out a

house or any food because they foolishly spent the rent money on tickets to go see Diddly Squat. In the state of Virginia a young George Washington, who has been grounded because he chopped down his fathers cherry tree, discovers his friend Benjamin Franklin has two tickets to go see Diddly play his banjo at the opera house in Richmond. Young George went directly to his father and pleaded his case. His father's only reply was; "Who's Diddly Squat?" Incredulous, as teens can be about their fathers, George stammered; "You don't know Diddly Squat?"

 

Years later, during the Revolutionary war General George Washington would often tell the troops stories of his childhood to boost their morale. One of the more popular stories amongst the troops was his story of his fathers refusal to let him go see Diddly Squat in Richmond Virginia. During the heat of battle when bullets were either whizzing by or bone shatteringly piercing flesh and cannon balls would either fly through the air exploding onto hapless

soldiers or rolling thunderously across the field of battle doing its damage in a different way, the troops would often look at each other and smile knowingly, somebody inevitably saying what everybody was thinking. "What? You don't know Diddly Squat?"

 

Before long, the question became a battle cry as the passionate rebels who fought for

freedom would cry; "You don't know Diddly Squat!" During one battle or some or other battle in one of those places they fought the revolution, the British had Washington and his army surrounded and it looked bleak for the colonists who now had a dream of dreaming the American dream. The same dream that Diddly Squat sang about so many years before. General Somebody or other from the British army sent a communique to General Washington offering him terms of surrender. In response Washington sent back a note that had one simple response: "You don't know Diddly Squat!"

 

This response so confounded General Somebody or Other and his

military advisor's that their advantaged was compromised when the Americans charged the British while General Somebody or Other and his military advisor's were still deep in contemplation as to the meaning of Washington's reply to the demands of surrender. When General Somebody or Other was received by Washington after Somebody or Others surrender, the first question General Somebody asked was; "Who is Diddly Squat?"

 

The sad historic irony of this fiction is that while George Washington remains a prominent historical figure, the name Diddly Squat, while not forgotten, not remembered for the man who went by that name.

 

Read more:

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_history_of_diddly_squat#ixzz24y3ZPqXA

 

Obviously not a real story but way too funny not to share.

 

 

Margaret

And how does this relate to Rat A$$eSS, However you have laborously validated my point of view. Diddly Squat would be a difficult gift to wrap.

[mini-muffin]

I never said it had anything to do with a rats *ss just saying since ya brought it up. :crackup::crackup:

Margaret

[Dragonslayer]

I never said it had anything to do with a rats *ss just saying since ya brought it up. :crackup::crackup:

 

Margaret

My Bad:whistling::whistling:

[Sailor]

Yep, my cat would leave a rats ass on the floor beside the bed. Got exciting when I would get up for the 0300 piddle, otherwise I didn't give a rats ass.

[playboy]

And how does this relate to Rat A$$eSS, However you have laborously validated my point of view. Diddly Squat would be a difficult gift to wrap.

 

 

So who give's a Rats A$$

 

You have to find someone who does in order for someone to receive so therefore you get Diddly Squat.