Those are my husband and Mr. Chimpotle, doing a wonderful rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody at The Red Balloon back in December. KCSponge finally put the video on YouTube, and I had to share it with the world. Notice Chimpo’s falsetto. Priceless. ;-)
Good times, good laughs.
Not long ago, we were having dinner with the Wests at Applebee’s, and all of a sudden the conversation turned to toilet paper. It was a new universe for me, the one who always thought that everybody folds their TP nicely. I discovered there is a group of people called “wadders.”
While Brittany and Mark revealed their style, my husband decided to keep it a secret. And then Brittany called her mom (who lives in OK) to asked her about their habits. Her parents were having dinner at a busy restaurant, the mom had no problem in asking the dad, out loud, “Hey, are you a folder or a wadder?” — We laughed non-stop for a while, then we let it go. Kinda…
Now every time I go to the bathroom I feel self-conscious about that piece of TP I use. Do I fold it? Do I wad it? I blame my husband and the Wests who brought options into my TP world.
I read somewhere that 54% of Americans prefer to fold their TP. How about you?
This morning, while I was classifying papers and getting rid of junk mail:
“You know, the same pleasure you feel when ripping paper to put in the trash? I feel it when killing little animals in WoW (World of Warcraft).”
Sicko. :-P
Reminds me of myself…
Funniest thing I heard from a friend when I told him I got married to a Colombian:
¡No puede ser! ¡No tenia ni idea! Y usted políglota, recorrida en este mundo, va y se casa con un paisano? No jodaaa!
It means:
It can’t be! I had no idea! You, a polyglot who has traveled the world, got married to a co-patriot? You’ve got to be kidding me!
I guess I haven’t talked to some friends in a while.