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Friday's English: The real McCoy

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!
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