random story from childhood
You know that joke in which you stand behind someone and ask him/her to start listing the months of the year? "January, February... MARCH," and then you knee them in their ass? BECAUSE THEY'VE ASKED YOU TO MARCH INTO THEIR ASS.
Well, I just had a flashback to middle school when I used that joke on my mom, because tonight she asked me to massage her shoulders while she slept while standing like a horse, and here was another perfect opportunity to get her. Why and how did I use that joke on a mom who didn't know English 10 years ago (she doesn't know much English now either)?
Hot Springs, AR, 1997:
After my sister got me real good with her knee upstairs minutes ago, my mom and I were both in the kitchen and I went up to her at the stove and said:
me: Hey Mom, start counting the months in English, starting from January. Hehehe.
Mom: Leave me the hell alone; I'm busy. *stirs mystery Korean stew in pot*
me: Okay, okay, I'll just start counting for you: "January, February... MARCH!" *my knee in her ass*
This was before she adopted a sense of humor to get her through the times when my sister moved out TWICE during high school. I should've known better...
Comments
i've actually never heard of that joke! i think i'll go try it on someone hehe