Every year Zoe and BP come over to help The Spousal Unit and I make applesauce. BP pretty much loves to operate the apple peeler/slicer thingy. It does a nice job but can sometimes make a mess and cause some apples slices to end up on the floor. When this happened this past weekend someone told BP to be careful where she stepped or she'd get apples all over her foot. That led to the following:
Phollower: Would that give you appletoe? You know, sort of like cameltoe?
BP: I bet it would but in the back. And it would look like this (BP holds up an apple showing the bottom side of it like so):
Phollower: Oh my god. Can you imagine how tight your pants would have to be to give you appletoe?
Zoe: They'd also need to lift and separate.
Phollower: Like a Wonderbra.
BP: Cameltoe in the front, appletoe in the rear.
And so most things we do together go. I must've nearly cried 3 times during the day just thinking about it. I'm going to try to keep the appletoe thing going. It just cracked me up so bad. I'm giggling right now.
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You and both man. And to think, we were all completely sober at the time.
Ok, I'm still cracking up over it.
I;m telling ya, we've gotta start recording our conversations when we get together, it would be podcast gold. Or at least then we could actually remember things we said when we go to blog them.
I don't think I'll ever be able to look at an apple again without mentally saying "Cameltoe in the front, appletoe in the rear."
Hilarious!
I enjoyed the discussion of the White Tornado (one of Zoe's dogs) when she was humping Marisol (one of our dogs).
lelo: Glad we could help. I recommend not just saying it mentally. Share your newfound knowledge of appletoe with the world. The world deserves it.
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