Conversation on the drive home from a crawfish boil tonight:
Buddy: That car has a bumper sticker that says, “Got Booty?”
Me: Haha. Yes I do. I’m sitting on it.
Buddy: Do you think they mean that kind of booty? Or could they mean pirate booty? (Presumably, he was referring to the pirate flag along side the slogan.)
Me: Oh, I don’t have pirate booty. But I do have ninja booty.
Buddy: What’d you just say?
Me: Ninja booty.
Buddy: Heh heh. You said Djibouti (pronounced Ja-booty).
Me: Heh heh heh.
Buddy: You know what the capital of Djibouti is?
(Raucous laughter ensues)
Me: I so have to blog this.
Buddy: You’ll never remember it. It’s like the bit.
Me: (upon completion of blog) Ha! I remembered! So there! Neener, neener, boo boo, stick your head in doo doo (et al.)
I then had to apologize so I could watch a Terry Crews gym sketch and the Beyoncé Clown video. I regret nothing.