Before he hopped into bed last night, Steve asked, “Where’s Rolo?”
“I think he’s curled up on the La-Z-Boy recliner in the carport,” I replied.
There was a pause. Then I wondered, “Why do we have a La-Z-Boy in our carport?”
Then we laughed.
“Why don’t we move the recliner around the corner, so it’s out of sight and we don’t look so white-trashy?” I suggested.
“We can’t put it around the corner. That’s where I’ve got the rusty washer and dryer stored.”
It’s official:Â we’re hicks.
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Hey – we still have that toilet out front waiting for Steve to come and add it to your collection…and remove it from ours ;)
New guy at work, who grew up rich: “I can’t find anywhere to live. I went to this one place up on Cotter Street and the ad said it had a view, but right down below was this (waves hands as if appalled and makes icky face) awful neighborhood.”
Me: “Oh, that neighborhood down below? That’s where I live.”
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