I mumble and my mother has fuzzy hearing. This winning combination leads to some of my favorite phone conversations.
Here's a recent single from our miscommunication hit parade:
Me: I'm reading Tina Fey's Bossypants.
Mom: What word are you saying?
Me: Bossypants.
Mom: Pissy clams?
Me: (Choking on laughter) BOSSY. PANTS.
Mom: Oh. PUSSY clamps.
Me: No. Not Pussy clamps! BOSSY. PANTS.
Mom: With a P??
Me: Pants is with a P.
Mom: Pussy pants?
Me: No! Not pussy. Bossy.
Mom: P like Paul?
Me: B like Bossy.
(No response.)
And Brandy.
Mom: Oh! B!! BUSTY pants!
Me: Bossy.
Mom: Who?
Me: Like a boss. B-O-S-S.
Mom: Ohhh!! BOSSYPANTS. Ooookay.
Me: Okay.
Mom: Now, who is Tunaface?
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In conclusion...If you're in the mood for a good read, I highly recommend Tunaface Pussy Clamps.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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