Ever catch a snippet of somebody else’s conversation and maybe you misheard it, or maybe you only caught the tail-end of a sentance and didn’t get the context, but the little bit you did hear made absolutly no sense?
“…I’d heard that he bought a new magnetic shrimp whistle…”
“…results aren’t back yet but it sounds like it’s Mother Theresa’s cramps.”
“…three feet long, soft and flexable. I thought it was just a black thing…”
“…like a nice enough girl, apart from the emissions…”
Anyway, my friend coined a term for this. He calls it “The Cheese and Bacon Channel” after an experience he had.
I need your help to get this accepted into everyday speech. Feel free to use it today!
I heard it referred to as “Urban Haiku.” But that’s actually a term for anything bizarre and out of place. Example: the illusive no-word Urban Haiku:
There is a large Vietnamese population here in Burlington. Driving past a Vietnamese grocery store, I noticed the pictures of Asian music and film stars, Vietnamese food for sale, and off to the corner, a “McCain for President” sign. McCain, for anyone who has been asleep for the last 6 months, was a POW in Vietnam. Urban Haiku.
The best moment like that I can remember was long, long ago, when I worked in a video store.
(Not to pull an Algore, but I think the Randall character in the movie “Clerks” may have been based on me.)
Anyway, this lady came in with another lady, and all I heard was one say to the other, “Yeah, John’s had that diahhrea, so I went and bought him a 2-liter of 7-Up.”
(???)
“We are here for this – to make mistakes and to correct ourselves, to withstand the blows and to hand them out.” Primo Levi
I can still make my friend laugh (not to mention myself) by referring to a conversation we had on the bus. Years ago, when it was fashionable for men to wear very tight pants. My friend noted one fellow and said: “any tighter and he’d have an accident.”
What I heard was: “any tighter and he’d have an accent.”
I still think we were both right…
I am a redhead, you see, and I do not tempt. I insist. -Cristi
I was in art class one day, in grade 2. I’d gotten up to change my paint water, and while walking back to my seat, I heard Greg Seely say, “It smelled like a sick moose going to the bathroom.” I didn’t ask him what he meant, because I didn’t want to be thought eavesdropping, but I’ve wondered many times since then what “it” was.
When my oldest was three, he had this little guy sitting in an inner-tube that he played with in the bath.
One day, as I was draining the tub, I said to him “Pick Bobby (toy’s name) up so he doesn’t get stuck in the drain.”
My son looked up at me in wide-eyed shock and said “So it won’t suck out his BRAIN???”
Funny as hell, yet sort of creepy at the same time…