- No my Mom never tried the peeing from the step-side, bless her soul.
- No my brother still doesn’t have an eski-ma.
- Elephant shoe/I love you…EWWWWW…my brother. I mean I love him, but not in that way!
One of my friends was driving along with his wife after one of those tiffs you have with your wife, in that pissed-off silence we’re all so familiar with. He realized that the car was a tad coolish, temperature-wise, and since she, as driver, was in charge of the heater controls, said, “I’ve had enough air.”
Looooonnnng silence, and then his wife says, “Well, do you want a divorce, then?”
In this one, too. 
I’ve turned into a neurotic old guy, because all I could think after reading that was
“Ack! Pee-pee, no washee hands – and he’s touching things in the car the entire ride home!” :eek:
… I wouldn’t be so much fun on roadtrips, nowadays.
Try “vacuum” or “elephant soup” out.
(okay, not elephant soup so much, but it still works.)