So, we're talking to the sick boy at the dinner table and he made some smart comment to which the following conversation gets started:
Me: Boy, you're lucky the doctor didn't give you a shot in the dairyair (buttocks, hind section, "back there")
Son: (Laughing - cause he knew I meant butt) - No, the needle would have had to pass through the knoxious cloud before it penetrated that area...
Son: (after a moment of though) - I guess that'd be flatulence, not dairyair...
Son: (still laughing) I got shot in my flatulence and dairyair!!! or I coulda anyways...
Oh to be young again and find behinds that funny. Instead, I just find mine flabby and flatulence tends to be more of a problem than a punchline. Viva la difference!!!
I think behinds are funny!!!
Behinds are funny....not to mention my hubbies spelling!
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