Driving home from swimming off my brother-in-law's boat on Sunday, the boys and I had the following, painstaking conversation filled with the comic delivery of a six-year-old.
Me: Hey, you guys like this band. Do you know this song?
Son #1: No. Who is it?
Me: Guess.
Son #2: Poison? (No.)
Son #2: Motley Crew? (No.)
Son #2: Guns n' Roses? (No.)
Son #2: Poison? (No.) (Son #1: You just said that.)
Son #2: Motley Crew? (No.) (Son #1: You just said that, too.)
Son #2: Guns n' Roses? (No.) (We're laughing now.)
Son #1: Cheap Trick.
Me: No, but closer.
Son #2: Cheap Dick?
Me: Stop it with the dick jokes.
Son #1: Scorpions?
Me: I'll give you a hint -- it starts with the letter V.
Son #2: Vorpions?
Son #1: Van Halen!
Son #2: You mean Bad Halen.
Picky, picky. And although I'm not a huge rock n' roller, I think that song is great, no?
3 comments:
Cheap Dick: Everybody Wants Some
Oh dear.
Oops. Didn't even catch that.
Speaking for myself only: count me out!
I, for one, only want expensive ones.
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