Backbend Barbie (renamed by a lady at work as Bendover Barbie the other day) was complaining again to Disco Stu and me. "My ass hurt when I was running to my brownie," she said. "Your ass hurt?" I asked, "Well, that's . . . unfortunate. Perhaps the Chinese food was a bad idea."
"Well, my ass and the backs of my thighs. It's like the flapping bothers it," Bendover Barbie said with a completely straight face. "Your ass flaps?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "What? You're saying your ass doesn't move when you run?" She said indignantly.
"I'm just saying, my ass doesn't flap, dude. That's not one of those things it does," I replied.
"Well, I've been sitting all night, it's sore from that and all the action." At that point, I kind of snort-laughed, then me and Disco Stu just died.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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I cannot stop laughing. Literally stuff just came out of my nose, that's how funny that was.
But, I hear flappy ass syndrome is on the rise.
The flapping of my ass is responsible for several knocked-out pedestrians in my county.
This was featured on GoodMom/BadMom so get down with your bad self.
http://blogs.chron.com/goodmombadmom/2008/05/blog_round_up.html
Revenant and Maggie: I didn't realize that ass flapping was so prevalent in our society. And now I'm scared to leave my house.
Jenny: Thanks for the linkage! And I still cannot stop laughing about that cat-in-the-garbage story on there.
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