NPR couldn't come up with this kind of creativity. Some conversations.......shouldn't be repeated.
...I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode...
v-man: What's a sex machine? Is that like a machine gun?
me (stifling laughter): No....not like a machine gun.
v-man: A human gun?
me (trying not to blow coffee out my nose): Um..........yeah. That sounds about right. A kind of human gun.
v-man: Can a sex machine hurt you?
me (visualizing really bad anime porn): Um.....yes....I suppose it can hurt.
v-man: Have you ever been hurt by a sex machine?
me (trying to keep my car on the road): No......not yet.
This was our morning commute discussion.....several days ago. The v-man requested Queen...he likes to sing along with Freddy. Oh how I wish I carried a pocket recorder. Future blackmail piece.......wasted on the likes of me. .....some conversations.......shouldn't be repeated. This one though.....
A keeper.
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2 comments:
this made me laugh out loud!
and a happy new year with more memorable moments!
Liar! You know you get hurt by sex machines all the time. I love it. I love our babies. I miss you. Pay attention to me.
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