Some things really make a lot more sense in your head and the moment they manifest as verbal words you suddenly find yourself on the wrong end of a "come again?" discussion
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Here's a conversation I had with my friend (she's a lesbian) yesterday:
Becca-I'm going to this girl's house today Me-So you've taken in a lover? Does she have her own place? Becca-(laughing) Nah. Me-Oooh. Somebody's making a trip to Daddy's House.
And because that sounded weird to me the first thing that popped into my head was....
And by "Daddy's House" I mean "her vagina"
And then I turned RED. Not because I said vagina, mind you. But because I somehow managed to make it sound like some incest lovin, backyard effing, Deliverance inspired family affair.
And everybody just laughed and laughed and laughed at me. Meanwhile, my armpits were itching and sweating. There's no recovery for that.
Well, no, but I wanted them to think I was. Something about not wanting to show off my extensive collection of designer emotional baggage to colleagues or something.
All the time, lately. Everything I say comes out wrong. Funny in my head, not so funny out loud. Mostly just bitter and/or confusing out loud. Like when I tried to comment on how it really is quite amazing that Jason Schwartzmann has made such a career, since most main actors are at least 6', and he's like, 5'5, but really I just came off insulting all men under 6'. Including my boyfriend.
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Here's a conversation I had with my friend (she's a lesbian) yesterday:
Becca-I'm going to this girl's house today
Me-So you've taken in a lover? Does she have her own place?
Becca-(laughing) Nah.
Me-Oooh. Somebody's making a trip to Daddy's House.
And because that sounded weird to me the first thing that popped into my head was....
And by "Daddy's House" I mean "her vagina"
And then I turned RED. Not because I said vagina, mind you. But because I somehow managed to make it sound like some incest lovin, backyard effing, Deliverance inspired family affair.
And everybody just laughed and laughed and laughed at me. Meanwhile, my armpits were itching and sweating. There's no recovery for that.
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You're my heroine.
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You can ask Maggie for the details on that one.
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I need to take a vow of silence.
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