A few weeks ago there was a wreck on I-75 near downtown Cincinnati. The bridge going over the Ohio river is a double decker bridge. Northbound is underneath and Southbound is on top. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but what I heard is a semi knocked a car from the upper deck to the lower. Both directions were closed.
We are about 20 miles North of downtown, so we weren’t really affected. However, the main road by our house was backed up and there appeared to be an accident at the entrance ramp to I-75 by our house.
Randy: It’s a contagion. One accident happens and then 50 or 60 more pop up.
Me: You will just make up anything won’t you? I mean you don’t even try to make sense.
Randy: I am trying to help you. I am giving you the wisdom that comes out of my
Me: Anus
Randy, pretending to not hear me: The vast amount of wisdom that comes from my cavernous…
Me: Anus
Randy: Brain.
Me: Same difference.
Randy: I won’t be helping you anymore.
Me: You say that, but you don’t mean it.
Randy: You’re going to be sorry the next time I
Me: Anus.
Randy: Now who isn’t making sense?
Me: HA! You just admitted that you don’t make sense.
Randy: No I didn’t.
Me: You did. You said ‘now who isn’t making sense’. That statement only makes sense if you weren’t making sense in the first place.
Randy: Anus.
Me: Do you think we’ll ever have grown up conversations?
Randy: Butthole.
Me: Butthole is a funny word.
I’m sure the rest of the conversation was deep and insightful and full of ways we will collaborate with each other to make our lives and the lives of all the other humans more fulfilling and palatable.
I only remember the anus and the butthole parts, though.
Sounds like the conversations that Momus and I have on a daily basis. Only I use a less polite term for Anus.
Haha..yeah, we use all the impolite words…anus just fit. Which sounds weird..
I think I’m gonna like it here.
PS. Anus.
Haha! And butthole. Don’t forget butthole.
This has the odd ring of familiarity to me….oh, wait. Are you spying on my life?
I am so glad we aren’t the only ones. I’m not spying on your life…only because I don’t possess that technology…if I did, I totally would. I’m fascinated by other people’s conversations.
I’ve had this same conversation before. Or very close to it. Except it ended in us doing our best Beavis and Butthead impersonations.
Hahah…Randy doesn’t really do too many impressions, mostly just dumb voices. I will, however, rock the shit out of laughing like Butthead.
You guyz and your buttholes.
I am laughing hysterically. I need help.
We all do, sister…we might as well laugh until we get it.
I called another driver a butthole last week. It was immensely satisfying. Not that he heard me, but you know.
That would be a term of affection for another driver coming from me.
Anus. Anus. Anus. Anus. Anus. Anus. Anus.
Okay, it’s out of my system now.
….. ANUS!
Hahahah…Anus. It just flows..
Really trying to resist diarrhea puns right now.
Anus is the new Hodor
Hodor
Just read that Hodor isn’t going to be in season 5. What the actual fuck, HBO?
Rectum is nearly as funny.
Yes, I like to liberally apply rectum to as many conversations as possible.
Anus, rectum, butthole, or as LBJ so tactfully put it while ordering pants over the phone: bunghole.
Sounds like conversations I have with my brother, only we end up making up new words half the time.
Brother: “It’s not html5 supported”
Me: “I don’t know what that means, but I assume it will bad for me in the future.”
Brother: *texts me link to some “html5 for complete fucking idiots” website*
Me: “Snertz”
Brother: “S’whatimsayin'”
It makes no sense, but we understand it.
Also my brother will just shout “BALLS!” at random and inappropriate times, which usually results in uncontrollable laughter in inappropriate places.
your brother sounds like both of my sons…
I swear to you…you and I may have been separated at birth. My husband and I have conversations like this all the freakin’ time! To the great amusement of our children – which I probably shouldn’t admit!
Hahaha…yeah, our kids do a lot of eye rolling…
I’m not going to be able to get that word out of my head for about the next week! I should probably attempt not to talk to my boss.
It might be a good idea to fake a sore throat or something…
he DOES know that having a ‘cavernous’ brain is nothing to write home about, right? LOLLLLL!!
There’s no telling what is in his cavernous brain. Hahahah
I cannot wait for the next argument with my husband so I can use these words:)
Hahahaha…well, you could always pick a fight and see how it goes.