Tam, watching television in my room (as is her wont in the morning), let out a prolonged, ululating yawn, while I wrangled pancakes several rooms away. Rannie Wu the cat had been circulating around my ankles, hoping for Whatever and quick-trotted Tamwards when the The Yawn rang out, as though rushing to the rescue.
Bobbi: "Holy cow! Rannie just went tearing off your way!"
(I heard) Tam: "What? 'Ready for the Redford picture, f*rry?'"
Bobbi: "Did you say, 'Ready for the Rexford puncture f*rry?'"
(I heard) Tam: [snickering] "No, 'the sphincter fury.'"
As she spoke, I'd followed the cat as far as the hallway and when I repeated what I thought she'd said, the snickers became uncontrollable guffaws.
Ah, hearing. How did it work?
So, what was really said?
ReplyDeleteWhat?
ReplyDeletegfa
She and I were each repeating what we thought we had heard, NJT.
ReplyDeleteApparently the NSA bugs on your personal game of telephone are causing some interference.
ReplyDeleteBGM
I was just wondering what the Ur-phrase was. The innocuous innocent "please pass the salt" that started the word-alanche to eventually become "my knees are made of bassalt"
ReplyDeleteMy first line is that very thing.
ReplyDeleteWow. No wonder I was confused. I should have read it out loud. I didn't equate 'your way' with 'picture ferry'. Impressive.
ReplyDeleteHeard, just now, at work, "Anyone know where I can get a cheese poncho..."
ReplyDeleteEvery bug out bag needs a cheese poncho, now.
Prisoner: Johnny and the Mothers are playing "Stompin' at the Savoy" in Vermont tonight.
ReplyDeleteJohnny Dangerously: Vermin's going to kill my brother at the Savoy theater tonight.
Prisoner: I didn't say that.
Johnny Dangerously: No, but I know this grapevine. :-)
Jovian Thunderbolt: A cheese poncho does belong in your BOB. It provides both rain protection and a source of nutrition.
ReplyDeleteKen: You mean somebody besides me saw that movie??