OK, so my little weekend jaunt went well. Got to talk to all the girls this weekend, although not all on Valentine’s Day. The loveshack trip was well worth it too. Nice lady.
But here’s the weird thing; for such a worldly, even depraved, woman, she was pretty naive when it comes to language. And you know, she’s not the only one! So let me proceed:
We got up Sunday afternoon. Or at least I did, she had been clattering around for a while. Anyway, I needed a cup of coffee. My lady-love didn’t have any, but she did have some tea. She had a bunch of stuff, not just Lipton, but Earl Grey, and Irish tea, and English tea, and Japanese tea. All in this awesome carved black wood carrying case that looked like it held a deck of Tarot cards and the knuckle bones of a convicted murderer.
So with suitable relish, she pulled out this expensive-looking tea called Morning Thunder. I mean, WTH? Look that up on Urban Dictionary. I guess no need for her to know what it means, but shouldn’t the tea company marketing department check before running with the name?
At least the tea wasn’t called Cleveland Steamroller or Youngstown Shoe Shine.
Sincerely,
Finnegan
p.s. Surf this site. Big fun. You’ll find out what your kids are talking about. http://www.urbandictionary.com/
The Lamentations of Finnegan Daley 