A few of my kids overheard me refer to someone as a "Grade-A Cockmonkey" today (thankfully they didn't catch that I was referring to my boss), and this is how the successive four hours went:
Dead silence...
Somebody whispers, "Hey, Cockmonkey!"
Chorus of giggles...
Repeat ad nauseam.
I won't claim I wasn't asking for it, but for fuck's sake, it stopped being funny after the seventeen squillionth time.
Dead silence...
Somebody whispers, "Hey, Cockmonkey!"
Chorus of giggles...
Repeat ad nauseam.
I won't claim I wasn't asking for it, but for fuck's sake, it stopped being funny after the seventeen squillionth time.
shad:
Seriously, kids are gonna recycle that forever. You're going to come back for their twentieth reunion, and there it'll be....
kestrel:
At least they'll think of you throughout their lives, every time they say "cockmonkey."