So apparently, Tab has filled you all in on my poo-ems.
For a touch more background, Sev, Matt, and I have been texting for some time about our sit-down activities when on the john, not in graphic terms at all, but in very flowery, poetic language that gives a valid description without being crass.
The humor of using delicate language to depict something so base is part of the humor, really.
Kind of like when Shakespeare made a sex/drinking joke in the middle of Macbeth, really. (look up the role of the gatekeeper if you have any doubts).
One of the side effects of this is that I have utilized (and invented) all of the delicate ways to describe such stall-based antics.
With that in mind, this past Sunday happened to be a communion Sunday. Pastor Dan Hicks gave a message about freedom, and was trying to make the point that you should leave your concerns and cares at the table.
However, the exact phrase started out as: "leave a deposit on this table..."
I stifled my laughter. I looked at Tab, and she had an equally devious grin on her face. If memory serves, the conversation went like this:
Tab: "Don't you dare..."
Me: "Honey, the pastor said to..."
We are going to have sooo much fun in life...
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