Nutty sweatsacks
Funny, funny, funny. That's all I can say about last night's trip to the mall. Fortunately, I was able to knock out about 90% of the shopping I needed to get done in record time, which let me be more focused on hanging out with my brother, Kevin, and our friends, Matt and Fawn.
On our way out of the toy store, we passed those chintzy vending machines and both Kevin and Fawn each got one of those plastic eggs filled with some colored slime. I should have known that it would set the tone for the rest of the night. While we drove to the electronics store, Fawn kept commenting that it felt wet and slimy and I finally asked if it felt like a sweaty nutsack, leaving all of us laughing uncontrollably.
After an hour more of shopping, repeated sayings of "sweaty nutsack" and giggles, I said to Fawn that she should stop playing with the "nutty sweatsack," totally goofing it up from the lack of oxygen to the old brain matter. Well, that set the tone for another round of hysterics.
At this point, we needed to get some food before driving home, so we decided to stop at a popular restaurant for dinner. As we pulled up to the light, I spotted a woman in the car next to us, who was facing away, so all I could see was her long blond hair. I did my best Butt-Head imitation of "Like, hey, baby" and Kevin said that I should wait until I at least see her face. All I can say to that is he was right, which launched us into another round of hysterics.
Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been so bad, but while we were giggling, the woman in the next car started reaching for her nose and, yup, you guessed it, put the finger where it doesn't belong. By now, I was practically turning purple from laughing so hard, when Kevin looked over and let out a half groan-half cry and exclaimed that she had the same digit in her mouth. GAH! Disgusting!
In between guffaws and chuckles in the parking lot of the restaurant, because it took us that long to regain our composure, Kevin simply stated that I "knew how to pick 'em."
I don't think I've laughed as hard as I did last night in a long, long time. I definitely have to do that more often.
On our way out of the toy store, we passed those chintzy vending machines and both Kevin and Fawn each got one of those plastic eggs filled with some colored slime. I should have known that it would set the tone for the rest of the night. While we drove to the electronics store, Fawn kept commenting that it felt wet and slimy and I finally asked if it felt like a sweaty nutsack, leaving all of us laughing uncontrollably.
After an hour more of shopping, repeated sayings of "sweaty nutsack" and giggles, I said to Fawn that she should stop playing with the "nutty sweatsack," totally goofing it up from the lack of oxygen to the old brain matter. Well, that set the tone for another round of hysterics.
At this point, we needed to get some food before driving home, so we decided to stop at a popular restaurant for dinner. As we pulled up to the light, I spotted a woman in the car next to us, who was facing away, so all I could see was her long blond hair. I did my best Butt-Head imitation of "Like, hey, baby" and Kevin said that I should wait until I at least see her face. All I can say to that is he was right, which launched us into another round of hysterics.
Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been so bad, but while we were giggling, the woman in the next car started reaching for her nose and, yup, you guessed it, put the finger where it doesn't belong. By now, I was practically turning purple from laughing so hard, when Kevin looked over and let out a half groan-half cry and exclaimed that she had the same digit in her mouth. GAH! Disgusting!
In between guffaws and chuckles in the parking lot of the restaurant, because it took us that long to regain our composure, Kevin simply stated that I "knew how to pick 'em."
I don't think I've laughed as hard as I did last night in a long, long time. I definitely have to do that more often.
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