*showing this to the hubby*
Him: Bussy?
Me: Boy pussy.
Him: What?
Me: Boy pussy!
Him: What?!
Me: BOY👏🏻PUSSY👏🏻!!!
Him: Oh my god, stop yelling "boy pussy" by the open window!!!
I just lose it, but internally I'm screaming, "Stop making me laugh! You're making me sputter-fart! They're so hot, I don't know if I'm shitting myself!"
So, there I was, laying on my back, legs kicking in the air, lost in a fit, just laughing and farting like a toddler, not knowing if I was "making" without my husband doing the mommy two finger check in the back.
No. I did not "make". And no. He did not check.
Then, this scene is so vivid in my mind:
*Dog walker passing our house*
"Go poopies! Go p-"
"Boy pussy!"
"......... Uh..... G-go poo-"
"BOY PUSSY!!!"
"......... Hello, police?"
So, does this character think I'm demanding it, like, pounding the dinner table with a knife and fork, or is it a shout of surprise like I'm unwrapping some very inappropriate gift? "*gasp* Boy pussy! You shouldn't have!"
One of the top three funniest moments in my life!
