Cousin Talk

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.My cousins and I had a few little verbal things that we did that perhaps were a little strange.. Here’s a couple of them.

 

 

Cousin Talk

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When I was about 8 years old, a family that had an Indian boy living with them visited at our home on 3rd Street in Phillips, Texas. While he was there, the Indian boy told my sister and I that “Chichi Bo Fumbee” was Indian language for “Kiss My Ass”. This was kind of cool to know a little Indian language, so the next time I was over at my cousin Ricky and Scott’s house, I passed this little tidbit of information on to them and we had a lot of fun with it that day. It was pretty cool that you could tell someone to kiss you ass and they had no idea what you were talking about, so we had a lot of fun with it when talking to each other. When we passed each other at school, we would say the words and then just laugh. One day my aunt Buel Dine heard one of us say Chichi Bo Fumbee, so I thought I was in big trouble for passing this on to Scott and Ricky. Scott told her the story and she just laughed out loud. Well, she was my favorite aunt!

 

 

To tell you the truth, I was never sure whether that Indian boy was telling the truth about the translation or just pulling our legs. But it seemed to fit and we had a lot of fun with it. Sometimes when I play Zynga poker on the internet  in the present time, my opponents start sending me ugly comments. I simply type in the comment “Chichi Bo Fumbee” and this usually quiets them. Some of the old fun things still have a little use today.

 

 

We had a big Pow Wow with the Washington Big Wigs yesterday and they wanted us to sign a treaty.  We looked them in the eye and told them Chichi Bo Fumbee and declared war on them! 

 

 

At school when someone farted, the first one to yell “pokes” got to punch them in the arm. My cousin Scott expanded this to “pokes, chokes, and throttles”. So when one of us farted, the first one to yell words got to poke the arm, choke the neck, and throttle the Ying Yang. We later changed this to “Pochods” so we could get it out faster. We continued this tradition until high school. Was it a little strange? Yes, but we were just red blooded American boys enjoying life.

 

 

Pokes, Chokes, and Throttles Mom. Wait a minute we can’t throttle her.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Cousin Talk,

Bill