Has anyone ever heard the expression, "Let's rub butts" - then you rub your butt on someone?
I swear I thought I made that up but I made a reference to it once and a blogger said she does that too. I do it to my wife while lying in bed as if it's something that I'm really into - "Let's rub butts!" Was that expression in a movie maybe?
It's hard to remember the things that I make up. It's also hard to remember if the jokes I make up are real or not.
My friend "The Child" was talking about his super old uncle recently. I asked, "You mean the one where everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs to talk to him because he refused to get a hearing aid?"
"Yeah that's him."
"And he had one of those horns that they used in the 1800 to hear?
"He didn't have one of those!"
See what happens there? It was an exaggeration of the story I made years ago and then after hearing the story over the years, I forget that the part that I made up was just a joke.
One wonders how bad this will eventually get. Is anyone else forgetful like this? Maybe I'll start pushing the focus on you guys so I don't look like the senile one.
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ReplyDeleteNow, lets rub butts! Anyone?
Like I was mentioning to Bill Clinton and a younger, hotter Madeline Kahn while we were sitting around in my hot tub and drinking champagne, these errors in memory happen to me all the time.
ReplyDelete(You totally Google Imaged Madeline Kahn just now didn't you.)
My brother does that - he remembers some of the tricks he used to play on me but also remembers my being duped to a far greater degree (as in ludicrous). I dream a lot and remember them - often in dreams, I "remember" things. When I wake up, I have a hard time recalling whether the memory in the dream was real or imaginary.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I stopped living in the real world long ago. Everything is made up so it's like having Diplomatic Immunity.
ReplyDeleteThis begs the philosophical question - What is real, and what is not?
ReplyDeleteNever mind, I was wrong. It doesn't beg that question.
Is that one of your horns?
ReplyDeleteMy son does that, especially to me which makes me think he's trying to drive me crazy!
ReplyDeleteMy husband will rub anything of mine. Anything I tell ya! And I love it.
ReplyDeleteZibbs, I exist in a world of absoludicrousness that makes it so I never really know when I'm serious and when I'm kidding, and what was a joke and what was real. Its all just a wonderful fog.
ReplyDeleteI think maybe the best explanation can be found in this short video I've put together staring my old friend, Dr. T.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4610575102642182602
(its 50 mins long and if you don't watch all 50 you are a fool)
((I'm gonna blog about this, no stealsies))
Swedish Chef - instead of going to the movies this week I'll make some popcorn and watch this.
ReplyDeleteIt better have a lot of explosions.
Swedish Chef - I jsut watched 30 seconds of it and I declare it awesome!
ReplyDeleteI like "Let's rub butts!" and am incorporating it into my sexual harassment repertoire.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever heard fo sex being called "bumping uglies?" I like that one.
Originality is the art of concealing your source.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, this is so true, forgetting what the hell is true anymore.
ReplyDeleteThe worst part of it is when I write a blog that is based on a true story in my life, only some of the bits are, um, altered for better story telling.
Then I retell the story in real life, only it is the story I told in the blog. So the story is 95% true only I believe it is 100% true.
Stupid horns anyway.
And yes, the wee ones and often do the 'booty shake' whilst dancing to music. Then we do the butt bump where we well, butt bump.
In fact, the butt bump is a favorite pass time of Mr. Hall and I . . .
hee hee
:)
Happy Hour - I like that. Think I'll steal it.
ReplyDeleteI have "Why rub butts when you can rub fronts" cross stitched on a pillow.
ReplyDeleteI rub butts with strangers. You know...I am a firm believer of that "Random acts of kindness stuff."
ReplyDeleteSkylersDad - that would be adorable if there were 2 baby rabbits and that was the caption!
ReplyDeleteGotta go! I need to get to work on something.
See, this is what happens when you sniff too much glue.
ReplyDeleteThe problem with rubbing butts is that you're trusting your fellow rubber to not substitute an uglier butt for hers while your back is turned.
ReplyDelete"Perception is Reality...Butt rub is a BB-Q term...
ReplyDeleteNice horn.
ReplyDeleteIt's kinda like when I said my dad used to make tea out of weiner water. It didn't really happen, but I somehow remember it that way.
ReplyDeleteI'm babbling now...my brain is still intoxicated.
I often do this, and as soon as I started blogging, my husband coined the term 'exabloggeration' to describe when I do it on the blog.
ReplyDeleteI don't like wimpy guys who have to ask me to rub butts. They should just take charge and do it.
ReplyDeleteBeckeye - I may be wrong but I believe there's a major movement against that.
ReplyDelete...or is that recycling?
i like horns
ReplyDeleteMy dad likes to tell people stories about raising 7 kids. Fortunately, we're usually around shaking our heads and making the "He's loco" gesture behind his back.
ReplyDeleteI'm recycling a comment that I left at Mjenks Blog because it fits in so nicely here as well....
ReplyDelete"AHA...You know you're old when..."
Chele - I like that new avatar.
ReplyDeleteCome to NYC and I will gladly rub butts with you OR just rub your butt???
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