First, go over and check out my buddy Mark. He had a great idea after reading my WEINER post the other day. He wanted to work together in assigning porno names to all the leaders of Congress.
It’s pretty funny.
See if you can guess which ones I did and which are Mark’s.
And now some quickies from a recent camping trip.
Having a preteen boy makes every conversation potentially perverted.
Every word that could possibly have a double meaning, or be taken the wrong way, WILL instantly become an innuendo or double entondre, followed by fits of laughter.
It’s like living with Beavis & Butthead.
On a recent camping trip, after pulling through the drive-thru, the wife proceeded to pass out the food to the children in back while trying to make sure everyone was getting what they were supposed to.
The following conversation took place.
Wife: “S, let me have your wiener.”
M (12): “hahahahahaha”
Wife: “M, stop….S, give me your wiener.”
M (12): “hahahaha”
S (7): “Why? I bit off it already.”
M (12): “Ouch…hahahahaaha”
Wife: “M, seriously?!....S, let me see what’s left.”
M (12): “you want to see his wiener…hahahaha”
S (7): “Why?”
Wife: “M, STOP THAT!...S, just give me your box!”
S (7): “What box?”
Wife: “THE BOX THE WIENER COMES IN!”
M (12): “Hahahahahahaha”
Kids can be so childish.
I have no idea where he gets it from.
Meanwhile, my Mother-in-Law (who camps across the way) stopped by our campsite to pay a visit.
And this happened:
MIL: “Liz, is that mud or poop on the ground right there?”
Wife: “I’m not sure.”
Me: “It’s mud.”
MIL: “It is? Where did it come from?”
Me: “From that hole between your legs…Err…I mean the one in the ground.”
Wife & MIL: ….blink,blink….
I'm so smooth.