[Stage whisper] “I’m beginning to think my socks don’t respect me.”
“The Black & White Minstrels Show was the first thing we watched on our new colour tv.”
Mother: “Well leave the window open tonight if you’re warm.”
Me: “Can’t do that, there’s a giant hole in the screen the bugs will get in. They desire my flesh and blood.”
Mother: “It’ll be night time, the bugs can’t see in the dark.”
Me: “Yes they can.”
Mother: “And how do you know this?”
Me: “Because I am a genius.”
“You’re right, there is an aura of Beef Monster Munch.”
“Several separate hen parties complimented me on my beard last night.”
This was, in fact, true. Maybe I should spend more time in Leeds. Or not.
An unkind person could suggest that the fact it was hen parties might indicate that you looked rather like a cock. I would of course distance myself from such cruelty.
“Please don’t lick the ‘phone, it sets the touchscreen off.”
“If you see with your ears, there is no darkness”
Heard this morning on the radio:
“Took my kids to the zoo (it is half term school holidays here in NZ) and the little one needed to use the toilet. From the next cubicle, a little girl’s voice goes: “Muuum? Why is your front bum hole so biiiig?””
I laughed so hard I had to stop on the side because I could not drive safely.
Nice.
Just the other day from our boy (musing in the shower, in Japanese):
“Papa’s (your) willy is big.”
“K’s (my) willy is small.”
“Mama doesn’t have a willy, mama has a bum.”
… only silence.
I’m the top pencil now.
My account was hacked.
Not to mention my testicles.
I blame the damn rabbits!
“I’m casting it on behalf of the fish!”
Last night I found it necessary to pull my other half out of an endless doomscroll as it approached midnight. Very few tactics seem to work here, so this time I attempted to open up my own instagram and narrate what I saw (revealing the beast for what it was.)
“It’s a dog. It’s lying on the ground. Now it’s moving around but still lying on the ground.”
“Someone wants me to buy a wallet. It is supposedly better than mine.”
“Here is a dude I don’t remember friending. With a kid. Possibly his own.”
“It’s our family. Five people like us.”
“They want me to buy deodorant. A woman is smelling her boyfriend’s armpit and smiling.”
“It’s a joke about the boy scouts. Would you like to hear it?”
Well, it worked.
Thinking of our party in the current game…
“He’s impulsive. He’s overconfident. Together, they are… dead.”
“This is the most relaxed I’ve been…” [counts on fingers] “since I left the seminary. And I don’t like it.”