[Because they both say crap like this all the time.]
I was at my Granny & Ady’s house this weekend for a homecoming thing at their church.
This morning, I was making scrambled eggs and my Mean, Old Aunt Nancy was making toast.
Granny’s toaster can do four slices of toast at a time -- one lever controls two toast slots and the other two slots are controlled by another lever.
I heard my Aunt fiddling and fussing with the toaster.
She started to mumble to herself.
“Damn it,” she swore. “This side ejects the toast. Why won’t the other side eject it?”
“Hmmm…sounds like an ejectile dysfunction,” I said.
[Insert rim shot sound here.]
Next week... The Poconos!