Things the boys say.
As if y’all have noticed, but I have been spending a lot of time with Doug, Tiffany and Lucas lately. Like obscene amounts of time. It is probably the happiest I’ve been and the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We laugh constantly and there really is never a dull moment. Doug and Lucas are constantly making smart remarks, some completely appropriate for this blog, others not so much. Lucas, Doug and myself were standing around in front of the garage when Doug finally realizes he left his truck outside (he’s meticulous about his truck being in the garage). Shortly after Doug pulls it into the garage our conversation was something along the lines of this:
Doug: She’s leakin’ like a son of a b*tch. (looking at both Lucas and me).
Me: What are you talking about? I’m not leaking you dumb as$.
Doug: What are YOU talking about?
Lucas: I told you Dougie.. you’re running her hot.. she leaks like the faucets in junior high boys locker room.
Me: Waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt… WHO are we talking about?
I totally thought Doug said I was leaking, which did not make much sense, when in turn he was talking about the truck leaking coolant. Once the topic was done and over with, I went to take a drink from my Sprite only to spill down the front of myself. Neither one of them can quit laughing and have coined me “Drippy.” They turn any civil conversation into something inappropriate.
