Tonight, Jon and I went out to a quick dinner and caught a movie together. We don't get out much. This exchange followed in the car on the way home:
(after discussing serious political wonkiness and Christianity influenced by pagan traditions)
Jon: (who has a habit of injecting "monkey butt into conversations. No, I don't know why, you would need to ask him...)
Me: "Yes, monkey butt, we were talking about pagans, though."
Jon: "Yeah, huh?""
"Classic pagans weren't really around monkeys much, ..."
Tina:"Probably would depend upon where they lived.... so what did they have instead? Llamas?"
Jon: "Llama butt? Doesn't really work."
Me: No, it doesn't, does it. How about flying llamas? Llamas...with wings?"
Jon: no, no. Flying monkeys, see, it just works better."
Me: Yeah, don't make me get my flying llamas, it's kinda lame... not very scary."
Jon: What are they gonna do spit on you?"
And this is why we don't drink.
T, who likes llamas, but alpacas are better