The Hellhole

Saturday, October 28, 2006

I have a couple of items of personal slang, derived from an old SNL skit whereby I refer to certain products not by name, but by function. For example, my deoderant is not "deoderant" or "Secret", but "pits-don't-stink". Mouthwash is neither mouthwash nor Listerine, but "breath-don't-stink". Febreeze is "house-don't-stink". Doggy shampoo is variously "puppy-don't-stink" or "Sprocket-don't-stink".

So today we are about to embark on our regularly scheduled weekly trip to the grocery store, and Alan is checking some item levels and supply. I hear him rummaging in the hall closet, muttering, "Fangpaste, two tubes each...pits-don't-stink, Helly's got two, okay [writing on list] pits-don't-stink, Alan..."

Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha. He's come over. To the dark side.

1 Comments:

  • MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Never underestimate the power of a red-haired witch! Or love, or something like that.

    mom

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:36 AM  

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