Based on the huge volume of responses to my recent piece on this subject, here are another 25 definitions that divide my father and my kid:
To my father: To occupy yourself.
To my kid: To occupy yourself having sex.
To my father: Large wild cat preying on deer.
To my kid: Older wild woman preying on younger men.
To my father: Marlon Brando movie.
To my kid: Herman Cain pizza.
To my father: First lady.
To my kid: Celebrity rehab.
To my father: Top of a muffin.
To my kid: Fat role around the waist.
To my father: Lyndon Baines Johnson, President.
To my kid: Lebron James, traitor.
Gangster, now as "gangsta"
To my father: Al Capone.
To my kid: Fifty Cent (aka "Fitty").
To my father: 50.
To my kid: The new 40.
To my father: Physically ill.
To my kid: Fantastic.
To my father: Physically sick.
To my kid: Also fantastic.
To my father: A trance-like state of absolute euphoria.
To my kid: A pill, to produce a trance-like state of absolute euphoria.
To my father: Coffee.
To my kid: Red Bull.
To my father: Horrendous war.
To my kid: Wonderful tourist destination.
To my father: Where a baby sleeps.
To my kid: Where a rapper sleeps.
To my father: Talking horse of old TV show ("A horse is a horse, of course of course...")
To my kid: Erectile dysfunction ("Seek immediate medical attention for an erection lasting over four hours.")
To my father: Very bad.
To my kid: Very good.
To my father: A train that was wrecked.
To my kid: Lindsay Lohan (See "Betty Ford")
To my father: The lady in the Beatles song.
To my kid: "The Lady Gaga of the time she was famous."
Blackberry & Apple
To my father: Fruit & fruit.
To my kid: Phone & computer.
To my father: All he wanted when he went to the bathroom.
To my kid: "Isn't that, like, a control, or something on websites?"
To my father: Skater Jo Jo, quarterback Terry Bradshaw's ex-wife.
To my kid: Ubiquitous purveyor of overpriced java drinks.
To my father: Da Vinci.
To my kid: DiCaprio.
To my father: What you do to wine.
To my kid: What you do to relax.
To my father: Someone stupid, a dolt.
To my kid: Something cool, exciting.
To my father: The place one lives, if not foreclosed.
To my kid: The music one listens to, if not Justin Bieber.
To my father: A system of principles em>moral> or of signals for communication em>Morse>.
To my kid: A system written by computer programmers wearing wool caps and headphones, while chilling to dope house music.
Any others can you think of?
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