Tuesday, November 01, 2011


Spanish is the Cupid's Arrow to the Larynx of Love.

Or Language. This phrase, and the deliberate capitalization, is one of those Midnight Moments that are rather similar to Senior Moments, except that your half-remembered thought is so hilarious that you wake up hours later, laughing your various anatomy right off. You keep laughing until you realize that you can't remember the whole thought, and won't be able to share this nearly lethal joke with anyone. I do remember that there was considerably more to this metaphor, and that the rest of it was capitalized as well, but I will never be able to perfectly replicate the pure bliss that I felt at the moment of conception.

Which is a serious double entendre of its own.


Pinko Punko said...


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

It is a shame that your innocence has been stolen from you, Chuckles.


Kathleen said...

anyone else really miss RoD?

Chuckles said...

I still miss some RoD. Ah well, blogs will go on.