Can someone explain to me why Dr Pepper comes in a can?Please don't bring this up. This "joke" was at the center of what was then the most mortifying conversation I had with my parents at the tender young age of 13 (admittedly, subsequent conversations probably surpassed it). I was totally and completely baffled by this joke and asked my parents over dinner if they could explain it to me. My mom went beet-red and eventually managed to stammer that my dad would explain it to me privately after dinner. Now completely clued in that I had inadvertently asked my parents to clarify a dirty joke to me, I had to sit through the longest dinner of my life in anticipation of the most awkward conversation ever. I could not think of any way to undo this horror, no matter how hard I tried. Even worse, the damn joke isn't even really funny.
Is this the beginning of a dirty joke? Or am I just a bad, bad person?
...nearly as bad as getting fermented shrimp paste up your nose in zero gravity while using Windows 3.1.posted by the duck by the oboe at 4:05 PM on January 4, 2011 [2 favorites]
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