This one is short but sweet ... in a dirty sort of way. Parental advisory.
I was standing at the bus stop, and off to my right this guy (pretty clearly hammered) was just ranting aloud to no one in particular. I wasn't paying much attention until he said this:
"I tell you what I'm gonna do!"
To which I thought, well, this should be interesting. I expected the next sentence could go any number of ways. Here are some examples:
1. "I'm gonna deal with my rage by shouting incoherently!"
2. "I'm gonna get myself arrested!"
3. "I'm gonna not remember any of this tomorrow!"
Yes, all viable options. But, drunken free will being what it is, he went with this:
"I'm gonna eat me some good, old-fashioned, down-home pussy!"
He could have ended that sentence with about a billion other words that would have been less offensive but certainly not as funny. And I guarantee you none of them would have required me to lean against the bus shelter while I shook uncontrollably with laughter.
Well played, sir. Well played. You managed to catch me off guard. I thought for sure you were going to say "ribs."