The other night, my husband and I had our funny and sarcastic neighbor over. He’d been here for about an hour when my dog started barking at him.
“She must not like it when I scratch my balls,” he remarked.
“I don’t like it either, Brent!” I said.
“But if I don’t scratch my balls and get rid of the itch, I’ll never go back to being my happy-go-lucky self!”
“Oh yeah, Brent,” I said laughingly, “if I had to choose one hyphenated word to describe you, that would be it: happy-go-lucky.”
“And if I had to choose one hyphenated word to describe myself, it would be ‘self-defeating’.” I added.
Later that night my husband came up with one for himself: “Effer-fuckin’ vescent.”
So, what’s your hyphenated word?