About two weeks ago Mister and I were driving around after seeing Man On Fire. We snagged some ice cream at Braums or Swensens or something like that. Thats not the important part.
The important part is this
Are you guys familiar with the anal game? It is neither as dirty nor torrid as it sounds. It is along the same lines as the fortune cookie, In Bed thing. Get me?
No?
Alright. Yanno how when you were in high school or college, (or hell, it may have been last week for some of you) and you ate Chinese food? Yes Suz, duh. Well, yanno when the time for eating the fortune cookies came, and everyone read their fortune aloud and added, In Bed to the end of it?
For example, Smiles are like Sunshine, they light up the room In Bed. Ok, that one was retarded. How about, Your fortune will soon grow In Bed. Heh. Yeah, like that bitches!
The anal game, as mature and fun filled as the In Bed game goes like this. Anytime I see a Ford, Lincoln or Mercury product I add the word Anal to the front of the name of the vehicle.
Well, since the night in question (see above) I have been playing the anal game in my head.
Anal Explorer
Anal Expedition
Anal Probe
Anal Excursion (hee!)
Anal Navigator
Anal Aviator
Anal Focus
Anal Escape ad nauseum.
I cant stop this behavior. It is almost compulsory. I will be at a stoplight, counting the Ford, Lincoln and Mercury products looking for one I havent attached the Anal moniker to yet. I have been doing this for weeks people. Weeks.
I drive an Anal Mystique. So full of mystery and shrouded in query.
::blink::
What?
Because apparently, I am a twelve year old boy. You disagree? Why? I have the whole potty humor thing down and, yes AND I have the crush on Joan Jett.