What and when?
We use the word ‘the real McCoy’ to describe something original or genuine. Like you hold a genuine Prada bag and show it off to your friends. Your friends say ‘Eh, that one chiplak one, izzit?’ (Is that a fake?) and you reply them with a “Marder, this is the real McCoy, ok?”
Why?
The reason why we use the term ‘the real McCoy’ is because of a story. Yes, a story that no one can confirm. You see, long long long long long long long llloooonnnngggg time ago, there was a very famous boxer. A prize-winning boxer. His name was McCoy. He was at a bar one night enjoying his drink when there’s this drunkard who didn’t like his face (for some reason) and kept annoying him. McCoy was patient and continued on with his drinking.
The drunkard was even more annoyed that he was being ignored. He became a total jerk and wanted to fight McCoy. But the people around him told him, “He’s McCoy! You don’t want to fight with him, dude” but the drunkard was beyond reasoning.
Fed-up, McCoy stood up, punched the daylights out of the bugger and left.
When the drunkard came around, he said to the people in the bar. “Blardie hell, you guys were right. He was the real McCoy”
Ta Da!
When asked what’s my one single favorite thing to do in the world, I would usually name a whole list of things that I love to do when my work is not screaming at me. Something that takes my mind COMPLETELY off of everyday tasks and relaxes me. Take a guess what it is…. If you say ‘ reading ’, yes, I love reading (especially soppy love stories with lots of sex scenes, please. Hee hee hee ….) and I also love mystery novels but it’s not the first on the list. If you say ‘ playing the piano ’; yes, I love playing the piano. Creating forms a huge part of my life and whenever I play the piano (as inept at it as I am), there’s this tiny little girl inside of me jumping up and down with glee, clapping her hands. It’s my childhood dream to be able to play the piano! And thumping on the keys gives me a sense of satisfaction when I hear the music. If you say ‘ writing ’; You’ve got to be kidding me! You mean I don’t write enough as it is? Case closed. If you say ‘ playing with my kids ’; Yea...
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