Minneapolis Adventures

Following an agreement to disagree on dinner arrangements last night, IrishTenor and I decided to get takeout from two separate restaurants. When I wandered downstairs to put on my shoes and coat, his roommate "BillyMitchell" and the roommate's girlfriend, "CurlySue," were sitting in the living room.

BillyMitchell: "So what are you kids doing for dinner?"
Me: "I'm craving Korean, so I'm getting that, and IrishTenor is having Kentucky Fried Chicken."

BillyMitchell and CurlySue exchanged glances.

BillyMitchell: "Insert ethnic joke here."

When my brother, TheGoodOne, was about eight years old, he called our younger brother CaptainBasketball, who was then around two years old, a mouton.

CaptainBasketball was perturbed. He knew he'd been insulted, but he had no idea in what way.

Seeing our brother's confused expression, TheGoodOne explained, "A mouton. It's a cross between a moron and a crouton."

TheGoodOne was the best 8 year old ever.