Overheard by certain flies on certain walls of a certain Holmes household:
ASH: I can't find my cli--...where are my fingernail clippers?
HOLMES: I thought you were about to say you can't find your clitoris.
ASH: I can't find my clitoris!
HOLMES: Is it detachable?
BOTH: (to the tune of King Missile's classic "Detachable Penis") Detachable clitoriiiiis. Detachable clitoriiis.
Aaaand scene.
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That reminds me of a conversation my wife and I had in front of our daughter last week. Not exactly about detachable parts, but once she's repeating things, we're going to have to be more careful.
I remember exactly where I was the first time I ever heard that song-walking up to the quad as an upperclassman at Wake Forest U.
Kind of an odd memory, isn't it? :P
I used to love that song...and apparently am going to comment today on every single post you have ever written...sorry!
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