Last week, Bumpus was taking the elevator from the third (top) floor of his high rise megaplex down to the basement. No, that is not some sort of metaphor for kinkiness.
Third floor:
Three people enter the elevator: Bumpus and two youngsters (20-ish), one female and one male. The latter is wearing a shirt that says "I love my wiener."
Second floor:
Another young male is waiting as the doors open. Upon seeing the shirt, he guffaws and says, "Funny shirt! But it would be even better if SHE were the one who was loving your wiener."
First floor:
Doors open and the two young guys disembark.
Doors close on the way to the basement:
Young woman deadpans, "Apparently he thought I knew that guy."
Do you love your wiener?
PS: Don't trust that "Click to enlarge" crap. Bumpus tried that on me and it doesn't mean what you think it means...
Added Later: Good Lord! I can't even spell WIENER properly when it's right in front of my damned face (as in on the "I love my weiner" sign above)! Now I've corrected it...Did I fail 5th grade, cat crap?
Added Even Later than That: Good Lord Part II! Different web sites spell WEINER WIENER different ways! Here's one. And another, for example. SO?!? Which witch is which?!? Now I'll have write it both ways from now on, leading me to develop a new tic. WEINER/WIENER CHICKEN DINNER.
Okay, My Final Addition and Then I am LETTING IT GO (tic tic): So now, I have put it back the way I had it before ("wiener"). Dictionary.com says that the right spelling is wiener. At least that's the way you spell the wiener that means hot dog and (GASP!) is slang for "penis"? Who knew?!? By contrast, "Weiner" is in Arkansas. Funny. I thought he moved to New York... (Of course, I couldn't resist that. It was just there for the taking.)
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