Come on, who doesn't love a little poop humor?

I had a lovely dinner with Curly and Julia last night at Chat 'n Chew. I resisted the mac 'n cheese, but it wasn't easy. After dinner, we went to Cedar for wine (me) and beer (them). I wish I enjoyed beer more.

Anyway, an older gentleman had the misfortune of being seated next to us, and I think he was into our girl talk at first. When the conversation turned to goiters and losing control of bodily functions, he finished his burger and jetted out of there at warp speed. We giggled. I told this story.

One of the things Julie, Mrs. F and I used to like to do during the summer when we were teenagers was to get a giant bag of pot and go up to Julie's lake house for the day, where we would get stoned, eat junk food and play board games. We also thought it was hilarious to pop in a cassette tape and record our inane drug-induced conversations and then listen to them at a later date and howl. We were 16. Shut up.

One night, we were all at Julie's and decided to listen to the tape from the weekend before. This conversation was on it:

Julie: Hey, did you guys ever shit your pants?

Mrs. F: Yeah, when I was little.

[silence]

Julie: Oh.

Listening to the tape, Mrs. F and I lost it. We laughed so hard we cried. Julie did not.