You know when you’re driving with your significant other and you feel like saying something crude or rude. Not because you want to be rude, of course, but because you are trying your hand at shock humor. Or something like that. Anyway, here is a conversation that went down earlier today while running errands. Let me set the scene for you.
It’s a typical winter day in San Luis Obispo. The sun is out and shining down on us. It’s the middle of December and it’s a gorgeous 70 degrees out. The leaves have finally decided to change color and fall so the streets are covered. We’re at a stop sign waiting to make a left turn. Left turns can sometimes be a real bitch, but we’re patient. Then something happened that sparked some entertainment for us.
A girl turned onto the street we were on and I noticed she was talking on her cell phone. That happens to be a big no no nowadays, so I had to bring it to Coral’s attention.
“The girl that just drove by was talking on the phone. What a slut.”
Not at all phased by my unnecessary vulgarity Coral responds, “Oh, she’s a slut, huh?”
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe.”
Then I had an opening to make my left turn. While turning I saw a truck and immediately blurted out, “Truck Slut!”
“Truck Slut!” Coral laughed.
Then added, “You know those gross Truck Nuts? What if there were ones for the front of the truck that were just boobs hanging down? They could be called Truck Sluts*.”
“So, it’s a transgender truck?”
“Yeah, tranny truck!”
Yes, that’s the future mother of my child. And I couldn’t be more proud.
* The idea of “Truck Sluts” boob hanging automobile accessory belongs to us and if you use the idea for profit we want some serious monies. For reals.