[personal] Strange
I recognize the fact that, as long as it doesn't have to have any meaning or being even remotely relevant, you can string together any words you want in as strange a manner as pleases you.
But to have it be meaningful and relevant?
Well...
Let me say, I think I have heard the strangest thing I'll ever probably hear that's both meaningful and relevant to the conversation at the time.
"Ah, so now you have booty juice for your bacon socks."
Yes, you read that correctly. I'm going to give it a moment to sink in fully.
Got it?
Now, I imagine you're about to ask me, "But, Megan, how exactly could that ever have been used in a conversation outside of sheer randomness?"
Well, you need to know a few things.
Firstly, on Saturday (or was it Sunday?) I cooked a whole pack of bacon. As per usual, I poured the hot grease into the coffee cup with the spoon in it and went to put it in the fridge. I managed to splash hot grease all over both wrists along the way, dropping the cup on the sheet pretending to be a towel on the floor so that I could run panicked to the kitchen sink to run cold water on my burns (luckily, they didn't even blister; everything just turned red and hurt like hell, so it could have been a lot worse).
Secondly, as anyone who owns a cat can attest, they seem to have a fondness for licking their butts. And my husband has the sense of humor of an eight-year-old so it's not uncommon to get cat butt-licking jokes.
So... I managed to miss some of the grease on the kitchen floor when I was wiping it up and I discovered this fact by accidentally stepping in the rest wearing socks. Hence, bacon socks.
At least, I'm assuming so.
Because my cat has never licked my socks before (well, technically, not MY socks because I steal my hubby's socks all the time).
But she did this time. And I made a quip about it and my husband, being the eight-year-old boy at heart, decided to make a joke linking the cat's preference for the taste of asshole, a taste he contends will be transferred to anything else she licks, to the taste of the bacon grease on my (his) socks.
Booty juice for my bacon socks.
Used in an actual conversation.
I just... I don't think life can top that one.
But to have it be meaningful and relevant?
Well...
Let me say, I think I have heard the strangest thing I'll ever probably hear that's both meaningful and relevant to the conversation at the time.
"Ah, so now you have booty juice for your bacon socks."
Yes, you read that correctly. I'm going to give it a moment to sink in fully.
Got it?
Now, I imagine you're about to ask me, "But, Megan, how exactly could that ever have been used in a conversation outside of sheer randomness?"
Well, you need to know a few things.
Firstly, on Saturday (or was it Sunday?) I cooked a whole pack of bacon. As per usual, I poured the hot grease into the coffee cup with the spoon in it and went to put it in the fridge. I managed to splash hot grease all over both wrists along the way, dropping the cup on the sheet pretending to be a towel on the floor so that I could run panicked to the kitchen sink to run cold water on my burns (luckily, they didn't even blister; everything just turned red and hurt like hell, so it could have been a lot worse).
Secondly, as anyone who owns a cat can attest, they seem to have a fondness for licking their butts. And my husband has the sense of humor of an eight-year-old so it's not uncommon to get cat butt-licking jokes.
So... I managed to miss some of the grease on the kitchen floor when I was wiping it up and I discovered this fact by accidentally stepping in the rest wearing socks. Hence, bacon socks.
At least, I'm assuming so.
Because my cat has never licked my socks before (well, technically, not MY socks because I steal my hubby's socks all the time).
But she did this time. And I made a quip about it and my husband, being the eight-year-old boy at heart, decided to make a joke linking the cat's preference for the taste of asshole, a taste he contends will be transferred to anything else she licks, to the taste of the bacon grease on my (his) socks.
Booty juice for my bacon socks.
Used in an actual conversation.
I just... I don't think life can top that one.