Y'all, sometimes, I just do not know where the brains went, but they did not stick around here as we have clicked along. As evidence, here is a conversation from last night:
Carl
(telling a gross peanut story)
And then he was hopping around
like some hopping around thing... you
know, kinda like that guy that
you see on TV. The one who's
dressed like a peanut in all of those
peanut commercials? What's
his name?
Toni
Mr. Peanut?
Carl
That can't be his name.
Toni
The peanut guy?
Carl
Yeah. That can't be his name.
It should be something easier
to remember. Like "George."
Toni
Because calling a peanut shaped
cartoon "George" is easier to
remember than "Mr. Peanut?"
Carl
Yeah.
Toni
!!
And then later, when we were playing rummy and I was fairly well stomping Carl's ass and we were laughing and cutting up, I laid down a big set of points.
Carl
Cheater cheater, pants on fire.
Toni
(snorting laughter)
Pants on fire?
Carl
Wait a minute, that didn't come out
right....... what is it again?
Toni
Liar liar, pants on fire.
Carl
What goes with cheater cheater?
Toni
Pumpkin eater.
Carl
Pumpkin eater? I like
mine better.
So now it's "Cheater, cheater, pants on fire" around here. For everything. Just so you know.
Posted by toni at March 2, 2004 11:47 AM