BITCH, LICK MY TESTES
8 09 2005There’s this really nicely paved trail that starts out at our local library and I’m always wondering where it goes. So, the other night, Chris and I decided to walk it. It leads under I-40 into Ray Trent Park and I think it’s about two miles long or so.
Parts of the trail are kind of creepy, like the part that goes under I-40. You really get a good up-close look at how bad our roads and bridges are. But, for the most part, it’s not a bad place to walk.
We didn’t notice the graffiti can until our second trip to the park.
Since then, I’ve been trying to work this phrase into daily conversations.
Oh, I’m working this into my conversation for sure–even if I have to use it at my first faculty meeting today.
One way to get away with it is say it under your breath like “Teste-licker bitch says what?”
Ahhh, there it is! You guys, Cindy has figured out how to just randomly walk through the lab and say it. No need to work it into the conversation when you can just spout it!!
Imagine, sitting at your desk, and Cindy walks by. You look up. She looks back, smiles and says “Bitch, Lick my testes!” Then smiles from ear to ear and walks on!!! In all honesty, which causes me to smile equally!
HA!
Those pesky telemarketers better watch out now!