That reminds me of the time in 2006 that I most wanted to laugh but couldn’t – right before I was about to get my haircut:
“Band on the run” starts playing on the Muzak in Generic Chain Haircutters.
Hairdresser #1: “I hate the Beatles.”
Hairdresser #2: “But they invented Rock ‘n’ Roll!”.
Just to set the stage, Son in law is a large man about 6’5" about 270 pounds very muscular. I am about 6’2" 175 pounds fairly skinny. He is always teasing me about my size ( he refers to me as “kite string”)and we get along GREAT.
Any way we were at the regular family poker game at thier house the saturday before new years. There were a few cold beers being imbibed and the party was going great. One of the daughters said something about mom and dads sexual life when they were young and there was a sudden EEEEWWW!! Mom and Dad having sex? Just EEEEWWWW! from the others!.
I decided to throw some gasoline on the fire and REALLY gross em out. I told em hell there were many times that Mom and I would strip the sheets off the water bed and oil up the mattress and slide around nekkid all night! It worked. It was a good joke that elicited exactly the response I was after!
That is untill Son in law pipes up “Yeah it was fun untill you slid between the mattress and the side rail and she couldn’t find ya the rest of the night!”
I was duly chagrinned.
One time, maybe it was in 2006, some woman on this message board I posted on thought that it would be acceptable to describe an incident in which she was dressed up like a Victorian streetwalker and (get this) NOT share photos with us. I mean, what was she thinking?
I still laugh when I think about it.