I am ruined. Ruined I tell you. Completely ruined. I used to be innocent. I used to be blissfully ignorant. I used to be young But now… but now…
Two words. Two little words have been forever changed for me. When I hear them, I giggle like a junior high-er who’s teacher just said, “S-E-X”. When I come across either of these two words I giggle and giggle and giggle and there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. Remember Pavlov and the dog and the bell and salivation. Think Jenny and these two words and giggling and more giggling.
First word. 2 syllables: “BUSINESS”
One night I was watching SNL. They did a little spoof on the robot vacuum - the Roomba. Only their product was called the Woomba. I am so ashamed, I can’t even embed the video, you’re gonna have to go there. I just can’t bring myself to do it…
Aaanynowhoos. So. There. When I hear the word “business” I giggle. When I saw this Costco business delivery truck (I am giggling!)… I giggled.
Second Word. 1 syllable: “JUNK”
Yes, there is a theme. I can’t heard this word without, well, giggling. Pastor, can you please refrain from using the word “junk” in your sermons. I. Am. Not. Kidding.
Friends, try not to tell me that you need to move your junk or get rid of your junk or haul your junk to the dump. It. Is. Just. Too. (*heh*) Much. If you don’t know what I mean - it has to do with some show… or was it a movie… Guys hurt themselves in ridiculous ways. It’s a show I have not seen even part of the way through because I have a very sensitive gag reflex. Not kidding. Also, I just can’t bring myself to spread the linky love… not to their junk…. heh, I couldn’t help myself.
And there you have it. Probably one two of my most shameful secrets.
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