Last weekend, my lovely wife said that her mom would like our help in putting something together. “What is it?” I asked. “I think it’s something for her garage that makes a flashing noise when the car gets too close,” she replied. Being from a long line of smart asses, I asked exactly what sound a flash makes. Apparently it sounds just like her middle finger. Who knew?
What the f*#@ do you mean that you come from a long line of smart asses? That is no way to talk about your Grandma Zelda.
Sorry, you lost me at, “would like our help in putting something together.” I think that is the funniest part of the story.
Trenchcoat fabric flapping in the wind, fleshy undertones.