It's bad enough that sometimes people say the wrong word, a word that sounds like what they mean but isn't... but sometimes it's even weirder to hear the wrong word.
Years ago, a bunch of friends were hanging out in a hot tub and the conversation went something like this:
K: The apartment has a hot tub, but it doesn't have a sauna.
D: Sonnet? When did we start talking about poetry?
D2: Poultry? What do chickens have to do with anything?
Yesterday was a bad one. Walked into a conversation where coworkers were discussing someone who played too many video games.
Person: We never should have introduced him to that. He's addicted.
Me: He's always been a dickhead. What do games have to do with it?
Addicted. A dickhead.
Kathy trumped that one today. "He said he was going into the backyard to mess around with the Trac-hoe and lay a ditch. I swear to god I heard him say 'mess around with a crack ho and lay that bitch.'"
Work-in-progress: Ripple: Reapers
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San Antonio, Texas
*Bleys*
She liked San Antonio, despite there being so many
drugstore-all-hat-no-cattle cowboys. You could always tell the real one...
1 week ago
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