Paging Beavis
How to tell that you've got middle-school aged boys in your vicinity...
This weekend as I was driving along our local highway I noticed that there was one of those portable display signs--you know, the freestanding ones with the arrow and the backlit white space that allow you to put letters on them--at the entrance to one of the neighborhoods near the elementary and middle schools.
The sign was congratulating someone's buddy on their hole-in-one at a local golf course. It read, "Congratulations, [name of random dude] on your hole-in-one!" Then it listed the course name and hole #.
"That's nice," I thought, and continued on my way.
The next morning, as the family made our traditionally extremely late and harried way to church, I happened to glance at the sign. And then I started laughing, because apparently I am a twelve-year-old boy at heart. Because the sign now read:
"Congratulations on your butthole!"
Okay, hee. Totally inappropriate discussion/explanation for The Boy ensued, and we guffawed our way to church. Or The Boy and I guffawed, and Hublet looked somewhat pained.
I know, I know. Vandalism! Low-level public vulgarity! Corruption of young boy on a Sunday morning!
But still, the word butthole just makes me laugh. It's an involuntary reflex left over from childhood. Sue me.
And before you bring it up, no, I didn't tamper with the sign.
Hey, don't make me out to be the Puritan. I was laughing too, and have spread the word all over the school building this week.
I just don't happen to laugh - or do anything - as loudly as you people do.
Reminds me of the time my brother and I were that age and got dragged along to a wedding reception at a nice club at the local Navy base. We really didn't want to be there on a nice Saturday afternoon.
There was a sign in the entry area reading, among other things, "Topside bar now open". It was the kind with the removable letters so it could be easily rearranged.
Well, after a couple of "I dare you" exchanges that sign got mysteriously changed to "Topless bar open". We then plopped ourselves down in a couple of chairs and from then on had an enjoyable afternoon watching the expression of people entering the club.
We never got caught for that one.
I know why it's necessary but "Boooo" on the new registration requirement. I think you owe it to your readers to spend your time deleting pono spam so we can freely post.
LB -
I know. The whole registration thing just smacks of "I am SOOOOO important that you must now jump through hoops just to have the honor of responding to my infinite pearls of wisdom," but I truly don't know of any other way to avoid chunks of six to eight hundred emails touting illegal sex practices showing up here.
Bleh.