I have a dirty little secret…well, actually, it’s maybe not such a secret: I am frequently prone to a sense of humor that would do a 14 year old boy proud. If this is not up your street, you may want to opt out now.
I was at my best pal’s house this weekend (we were channeling our inner 22 year old and going to a reunion show played by our favorite college bar band) and in the process of taking a photo of her knick knacks for a different post, we came across this**:
It seems innocent enough, but reading the can in the context of a common euphemistic meaning of the word *beaver* had us laughing so hard we cried…
Is it any wonder I’m not bothered in the least when Richard Armitage jokes about his “weapon” or lighting farts? (I blame it all on working in that industrial hose shop in college!). I will resume my position as a grown up now. *cough*
**Actual Contents : one six inch stuffed beaver child’s toy