Wednesday, September 10, 2008

You'll get used to it eventually

Evil Twin reports on the latest addition to their family:
We usually name our cars -- sort of like men naming their dicks. Hey, they're important to us! So now that Big Blue the Caravan has gone to pasture and we now have a Highlander, I thought we could name it Angus. Made sense to me.

While sitting around watching the Olympics (not beach volleyball), I asked Hubby "So what do you think of the name Angus for the new car?"

He turns to me, and switches his hearing aids from the TV switch to the annoying wife switch, and said (of course), "What?"

"What do you think about the name Angus for the new car?"


Jeebus. As soon as my son heard this, he latched right on to it. "Great! Can we load up the Anus and take my stuff to school in it? Can we go on vacation in the Anus? Even better, can I take the Anus out on a date?"

I'm going to have to rethink this. Maybe Kirk.
Yeah, I'm thinking Kirk. But I'm also thinking that the matter may already be out of her hands.

You know, if you say 'Anus' enough times, you can say it without even hardly flinching.


  1. "Don't let Anus run out of gas!"
    "Will you take Anus in for a lube job?"

    The possibilities are endless.

  2. OK, I'm not going to touch the Anus comments. (wait, that didn't sound right...) but my daugther recently decided to name my red Prius: "Blossom Bubbles" or was it "Bubbles Blossom"? Anyway, I'm not sure I want my car named either Blossom or Bubbles -- too fruity or stripper-ish.

  3. We go camping in Big Willy! Our tent trailer's model name is "The Williamsburg" - I called it Big Willy on our inaugural camping trip last summer and it has stuck! :-)


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