Back with the boys...
Last night was flashback to middle school. I met two crazy astronomers who were absolutely obsessed with a little-known sexperience called "the rusty trumpet." Rather than describe this event in detail, I'd much rather leave it up to your imagination (and your goofle fetish), and dwell instead upon how hilarious I thought it was to spend over an hour (this is no joke) with two grown gentleman--both working on their PhDs in radio astronomy--who related every part of our conversation to the rusty trumpet.
That, my friends, takes talent. It's one thing to make a joke; it's another thing to keep the joke running for hours. And it take even more talen to keep such a ridiculous, childish and utterly mindless joke running for hours.
I must confess, though, I was torn between my desire to contribute to the immature adult humor (it seems like an oxymoron, but I don't reckon it is in this instance), passively accept the immature adult humor or get the fuck out of the room before my entire brain melted from the utter ridiculousness of it all. In the beginning, I was bit uncertain--didn't want to laugh too hard for fear I might be the butt of the joke. Then, recognizing the ridiculousness, I joined in full force and laughed my little ass off one rusty trumpet joke at a time. And THEN, just to take the piss, I started making jokes, which was the ultimate in fantastic times.
At one point in the evening--the only time we were able to move away from rusty trumpet talk--we were actually laughing at farts. I honestly cannot remember the last time I laughed about farting (perhaps it hasn't happened since the inception of the peanutour in 2004). I suppose you never know what you will encounter when you stay in a hostel, and last night's activity was a first in so many ways. Definitely a night that will make for a lifelong travel memory. How many times have you gone from complete stranger to laughing about farting in less than 6 hours? I don't have the stats, but I doubt it happens very often, and when it does, it is a rare and blessed event.
I am such a child and it's fantastic. Rusty trumpet (tee hee hee).
That, my friends, takes talent. It's one thing to make a joke; it's another thing to keep the joke running for hours. And it take even more talen to keep such a ridiculous, childish and utterly mindless joke running for hours.
I must confess, though, I was torn between my desire to contribute to the immature adult humor (it seems like an oxymoron, but I don't reckon it is in this instance), passively accept the immature adult humor or get the fuck out of the room before my entire brain melted from the utter ridiculousness of it all. In the beginning, I was bit uncertain--didn't want to laugh too hard for fear I might be the butt of the joke. Then, recognizing the ridiculousness, I joined in full force and laughed my little ass off one rusty trumpet joke at a time. And THEN, just to take the piss, I started making jokes, which was the ultimate in fantastic times.
At one point in the evening--the only time we were able to move away from rusty trumpet talk--we were actually laughing at farts. I honestly cannot remember the last time I laughed about farting (perhaps it hasn't happened since the inception of the peanutour in 2004). I suppose you never know what you will encounter when you stay in a hostel, and last night's activity was a first in so many ways. Definitely a night that will make for a lifelong travel memory. How many times have you gone from complete stranger to laughing about farting in less than 6 hours? I don't have the stats, but I doubt it happens very often, and when it does, it is a rare and blessed event.
I am such a child and it's fantastic. Rusty trumpet (tee hee hee).
posted by Elizabeth at 1:50 PM
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Need I remind you the things Rob and I wouldn't shut up about at the hostel in Bratislava while you were trying to sleep? Yeah, so I'm a little immature myself. And the sad part is, I was probably censoring myself a little so that you wouldn't think I was stupid. Ha.
p.s. i'm not deleting this shit! you're crazy!
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