This is how I remember it: I was in Madison with three of my best and longest-tenured and, when the situation calls for it, just poorly enough behaved friends, and we were attending the taping of a very popular at the time public radio show. Intermission came along and I headed off to where everybody goes for intermission when they’re not going to the concession stand or out for a smoke.
There was a line, and since it was the kind of show that attracted interesting people, and since interesting people have to go to the bathroom just like boring ones, I found myself having a conversation with the next guy in line. We talked about jobs. He thought mine was pretty interesting, and it turns out his was, too. He was the governor somewhere. I can’t remember the state, but he was the governor of it. He was nice. I’d have voted for him.
And I could hardly wait to return to the auditorium and tell my friends that I had just returned from the bathroom where I, quite literally, shook hands with the governor.
RAGs over 5 years ago
The porcelain euphemism is for after too much coffee.
Kind&Kinder over 5 years ago
Ol’ Sugar Butt will have a hard time living this one down.
Ninette over 5 years ago
Bummer.. Heh, heh!
whahoppened over 5 years ago
Are these guys getting decent language grades?
danketaz Premium Member over 5 years ago
Could still work as code for hemorrhoids.
The Legend of Brandon Sawyer over 5 years ago
Put some new meaning to crabby pants
Perkycat over 5 years ago
This made me laugh out loud!
Stephen Gilberg over 5 years ago
But “keister” is a euphemism.
garcoa over 5 years ago
Crullers are too good to waste, hope it was a maple-glazed.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 5 years ago
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This is how I remember it: I was in Madison with three of my best and longest-tenured and, when the situation calls for it, just poorly enough behaved friends, and we were attending the taping of a very popular at the time public radio show. Intermission came along and I headed off to where everybody goes for intermission when they’re not going to the concession stand or out for a smoke.
There was a line, and since it was the kind of show that attracted interesting people, and since interesting people have to go to the bathroom just like boring ones, I found myself having a conversation with the next guy in line. We talked about jobs. He thought mine was pretty interesting, and it turns out his was, too. He was the governor somewhere. I can’t remember the state, but he was the governor of it. He was nice. I’d have voted for him.
And I could hardly wait to return to the auditorium and tell my friends that I had just returned from the bathroom where I, quite literally, shook hands with the governor.
Anyway, that’s my euphemism story.