They gathered around the long stone table, sipping from their frosty glasses, letting the cold, clear liquids slide down inside them.
"Now, say happiness very slowly," their leader said to him.
Laughter. It forced all seated to lift their heads and toss back their hair just as they had done seconds earlier in tossing down their drinks.
"You," the leader announced loudly, "said, penis! … Now say, very slowly, meatballs."
"Eewww!" said the leader's sidekick, who happened to be my 9-year-old daughter who then cupped her groin in illustration of the gag to the further delight of those gathered around the table.
I smiled but looked down and shook my head, keeping my eyes closed so as not to see how many of my thinning brown follicles had jumped and floated down to the floor in an attempt to save themselves from the coming teen years.
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