Motherfucking many years. So motherfucking many years. Yep, yep, yep, there it is. There it is. Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to another phenomenal episode of My Mama Told Me a Many episode, you bitches. The podcast. Well, we got deep, deep into the pockets of black conspiracy theories and we finally work to prove the theories that you, the listeners have at home. It's your time, baby. We're deep in them pockets, your pockets. What you got in them pockets?
Let me see pull them out, pull them out like an old timey cartoon where people prove that they're broken because they pull out their pockets and butterflies come out. But this time it's not butterflies. It's just crazy ass ideas, personal ideas that you've been keeping secret, but now you finally get to share them. And boy, did we have somebody who wanted to share today. I got a message from a person named Chauncey. Chauncey sent me a message, and I'm gonna play his message for you, now, Yo,
what up? Langston? All right? So, first of all, I want him to tell you, nigga, you sound like a young Alfalfa. You got the worst voice of a nigger. All right, man, women hat his club. You've grown ass toddler and nigga, you look like a long lost curer. Brother. No, is that the one that didn't make it to the league nigger that don't get no bitches Other than that,
you're cool, dude, Man, you're cool due I focus your pod. Anyways, though, my mama told me, when it's raining outside and the sun is shining, I mean the devil is beating his wife. As my mama told me and me personally, I never figured you know the devil to be. You know, a marrit type of nigger. He always struct me as a bachelor, like the type of nigga that your girl hate because you're bad. Influence nigga be calling you and one one in the morning saying, hey, yo, nigga ware you wet
what a bitches that nigga meet me at the club? Bitch, let's go. I don't know, but yeah, she's crazy though. All right, Well, first of all, then let me get this out the way. Immediately, suck a butt, Chauncey, sucking open but just a wide open butthole. Get a big old whiff of that motherfucker with your with your lungs. Fuck you, you piece of ship. How dare you come on my podcast making fun? If you've lost your mind?
You want to talk about how I sound? Do sound like you read with your finger and then you suck on it afterwards. You sound like you wipe once and then you don't check to see if you're finished afterwards. He Chauncey, you sound like you sell ass outside of an auto zone, auto parts, just soliciting people with mufflers in their hands to to rub it off. You know what I mean? You? Oh, I'm very it's Chauncey. Now to your question, the suggestion of the devil beating his
wife during a sunshower, as they're commonly called. I don't know if we can so much qualify this as a conspiracy theory, as we can't objectively prove the devil's existence, you know what I mean? Now, we can't prove that the white Devil exists, right. We know his name is Joe Rogan, But unfortunately there's no evidence that Joe Rogan hits his wife. We can't prove that he does. Seem more like he would like make his wife chug mussel milk while she begs for him to stop, you know,
just deep into the night. He's like, you fucking drink that mussel milk. You get, biggest strong bitch, you stupid bitch, and you better listen to all eighteen hours of my my interview with with Bill Gates. He's ready to apologize for his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein, but in a different way. He's gonna do drugs first. Anyway. The idiom that you're referring to of the devil beating his wife during a
on shower has long existed in history. Apparently, the phrase itself is said to imply that the sun, which is a large ball of fire, represents the devil with his his fire and his brimstone. You you're familiar with the devil and and the rain. Chauncey represents the tears of his wife. Now, I too, like you, had never considered the possibility that the devil was married. I didn't think that he so much went to the club the way
you're pitching it. I just knew that a man who pours water bugs down a person's pe hole doesn't exactly go home to a family afterwards, you know what I mean. That's that's not something you talk about over a dinner table. So I never pictured that the devil had a wife and a family. However, there are plenty of examples of
devil like figures in literary history who got married. For example, in Greek mythology, Hades, the god of the underworld, is said to have married Persephone, who is the daughter of Demeter, and Demeter is basically like mother Nature. I'm probably fucking up some of these one for once, but you get the idea. But when Demeter finds out that Hades and Hades has a big old crush on on Persephone, so much so that he basically kidnaps her. Not cool, Hades.
Not in Hades, you don't kidnap women anymore, Hades, You're canceled Hades. Anyway, Hades kidnaps Persephoni, takes her to the underworld, and Demeter is so fucked up by this. She's so angry that she actually refuses to to make the earth fertile until Persephoni is returned to her, and then, through a series of of wacky hijinks, her and Hades come to an agreement where Persephone will basically spend half the year with Hades and half the year with Demeter and
staying true to her word. As long as Persephone is in the underworld, Demeter does not make the earth grow. Thus that is the origin of winter on So long as Persephone is gone, everything is cold and dry and we don't have flowers. And then once Persephone comes back, boom, you hit spring, ship blossoms, and then summer. I guess that's when, uh, Persephone and Demeter are really fucking kicking it, you know what I mean, They're really having a good old time. And then Hades comes and he's like, I
want my bitch back, And now where where we started? Anyway, this phrase of the devil beating his wife is largely connected to the Southern States of the US, right that that's some Southern ship. That's your your mississippies, your sippies as I call them, and your Alabama's. I don't call abamas. I call him Alice. That's my style. They also apparently say this exact same ship and Hungry. For some reason.
I don't know why Hungary and uh and Jiah I called Georgia Jia are are sharing this similarity, but apparently they are. It seems like the phrase itself can actually be traced back hundreds of years though like it has a deep deep his three. The first recorded use of this phrase was actually in seventeen oh three in this French play where they go, Uh, somebody said to go and trash him round the churchyard as the devil does his wife in rainy weather when the sun shines. Then
years later this writer named Jonathan Swift. Now you guys may know Jonathan Swift because he's this Irish satirist who basically wrote one of my favorite pieces that I've ever read. It's super interesting, this thing called a modest proposal, where through I won't give too much away, while I probably will give the entire thing away. But basically he makes a proposal for why rich people should be allowed to
eat poor people's children. It's satire, it's super interesting, and it's really a great uh, holding a mirror up to the funked up parts of our capitalist society. But Jonathan Swift in seventeen thirty eight said the devil was beating his wife behind the door with a shoulder of mutton. What's interesting is that this is just an example of how people repeating back a clever phrase from some art
piece happens over generations. It's no different, in my opinion than the way that more money, more problems, more money, more problems. I don't know why I put the r E on the end of that motherfucker, but more money, more problems has made its way into contemporary communication. Right every time we say that if it's raining while the sun is out, the devil's beating his wife, it's just all it's just us all saying bars to some old
French dude, you know what I mean. It's just us big up in some French dude who had a dope ass rhyme all the way back in three now. Another version of this was recorded in eighteen ninety three and inwards weather lore, if it rains while the sun is shining, the devil is beating his grandmother grandmother in this case, which, if I'm being honest, sounds way more like devil behavior. You know. The devil is definitely the type of motherfucker
who beats the ship out of his own grandma. I don't know he as a wife, but he fus his grandmother up. I think we can all agree on that. More interesting though, and this is this is the part that really piques my interest, is that this phrase, while more common in the United States, there there are hundreds of phrases that actually in idioms that exist all over the world to describe this exact same phenomenon, phrases that are very different than the one that we use in
the US. In fact, in this assistant linguistics professor at Harvard actually put together a comprehensive list of idioms from around the world. And I'm gonna read just a few of them to you now, because some of these are pretty fun. There's a there's a fun list of them. In Armenia, when it's raining and the sun is out during you know, a sunshower, they say the wolf is giving birth on the mountain in Cape Verdia, Cape Verdi, I think, I don't Cape Verdian people, you know these
motherfucker's The groom has eaten unheeded food. In English, the devil's beating his wife with a cod fish uh. In Finnish, a wedding is being celebrated in hades look at me during research that connects to what the Finnish people believe, and my genius hard to know. In German, the devil has a parish fair. I don't know what the funk. That means in Greek the poor are getting married. Who the Greek are problematic. They do not care for the poor.
This has to be like a weird ironic thing. I would hope, but nope, I guess the Greek people are a piece of ship. That's why their country failed multiple times. Anyway, In Hindi the jackal's wedding. In Polish the witch is making butter. Portuguese the witches are making soft bread. Apparently anywhere with the pa they're obsessed with witches making food. In Spanish the rabbits are giving birth. And in Zulu monkey's wedding. Real simple over in Zulu, it's just monkeys
getting married. Now, that's pretty much it. That's a full breakdown of this. Of this not conspiracy theory. You brought to me, Chauncey, You dumb motherfucker. I wanted this all time to be like you, dumb bitch, this ain't even a conspiracy theory anyway, is I'm glad you brought it to me. I guess I don't know that this has
been a delight. If you yourself would love to send me idioms that have nothing to do with conspiracy theory, but a fund of research and talk some shit about and if you want to hurt my feelings with all your roasts at the top of it, you can send that ship to my Mama pod at gmail dot com. I would love to hear from you. Uh, please subscribe, write a review, say something, Say something remotely reasonable about
the about the podcast. In my voice, I I can't take any more of the hurt that you just keep throwing my way. Otherwise, Uh, I don't know. I love you, dearly. You're my special Someone's bye bitch. Motherfucking mini years, so mini episode, motherfucking mini years, so motherfucking mini years, so many episode, motherfucking mini episode.