Then again, I can't walk down the imported foods aisle at the grocery store without collapsing into helpless giggles at the sight of a can of spotted dick.
Lord, grant me maturity, but not yet.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Maturity test...
Everybody else in our little group walked past this sight just fine, but I went into a fit of Beavis-and-Butthead-esque snickering.
Then again, I can't walk down the imported foods aisle at the grocery store without collapsing into helpless giggles at the sight of a can of spotted dick.
Lord, grant me maturity, but not yet.
Then again, I can't walk down the imported foods aisle at the grocery store without collapsing into helpless giggles at the sight of a can of spotted dick.
Lord, grant me maturity, but not yet.
I may grow older, but I refuse to grow up.
ReplyDeleteIt's ok, I do it too. Makes intel briefs hard when the RCPs talk about Ammonium Nitrate ALuminum explosives...
ReplyDeleteI may have told this one before: Once, while driving with my ex-GF near Carolina Beach, she suddenly said "Bull penis." I answered, "Excuse me?" She said, a little louder, "Bull penis!" and pointed to a roadside stand. I looked over and saw a sign that said BOILED PEANUTS! and started laughing. "I thought you said "bull penis!" I finally managed to gasp, which started her laughing, too. From that day to this, I can't pass a roadside peanut stand and not say bull penis! with a smile on my face.
ReplyDeleteThere's a Pho King in Houston. I'm still giggling
ReplyDeleteI first thought "Cinnamon Roasted Almonds? That isn't too bad. Even my dirty mind can't make anything of that."
ReplyDeleteThen I saw the other side. And sniggered.
The Raving Prophet,
ReplyDeleteBe sure not to miss the chimney!
My sister worked several summers as a "nut wench" selling hot salty nuts at the renn faire. They had a lot of fun with that.
ReplyDeleteHeh heh... notice how quickly Fred worked hard briefs into the conversation...
ReplyDeleteHey, the local renfair has a booth that sells "the king's roasted nuts."
ReplyDeleteI've often said that my inner child is a 12 year old boy. Jokes about bodily functions will have me rollin' on the floor.
ReplyDeleteYou need to drive to the South side, head down HWY67 to Mooreville, just past Camby you'll see a sign for Dong's China Buffet. If you don't die in a 99 Subie Forester L fireball after running into the tanker truck in front of you, you can stop by Bradis and drool on the counter. Heck, try out Squealer's BBQ too, that place has sent a lot of hogs to heaven in a very tasty manner.
ReplyDeleteTam there is a place called Penistone in Yorkshire England.
ReplyDeleteYou must love the Asylum Street Spankers.
ReplyDeleteIn Ft. Worth there was a grocery store named S&M Market.
ReplyDeleteTulsa has a gun store named Dong's. I suppose you could make a small penis joke about it but the owners last name was actually Dong.
Sumter, South Carolina used to have a Chinese restaurant named F U Garden.
ReplyDeleteJ.D.
Late to comment on this one but we were discussing maturity because my boss has suddenly started thinking of Frau Farbissina when he hollers for me from three cubes away. He found the audio clip of her shouting "Scott" on his phone and has been playing it all day.
ReplyDeleteAs we discussed the relative maturity of that I had to bring up an incident from a few weeks ago when I was proudly displaying a pic of the 4lb jug of Winchester 231 I'd managed to score out shopping at lunch and how much they got hung up on the words BALL POWDER printed on the label.
They sell spotted dick at your grocery store?
ReplyDeleteHey, I wish you'd quit making fun of spotted dick! I really thought I'd be able to find some girls who'd play 'connect the dots' when I got the tattoos.
ReplyDeleteWhile at the grocery store our first night in New Zealand, S. and I actually took pictures of "Steamy Puds", which is a sort of dessert item...
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