Since discovering Twitter he's been singing its praises, particularly concerning its function as an instant communicator to the masses, something he reckons will be very useful when he starts being followed by pundits.
Anyway, all that aside, we moved onto the political side of Twitter such as helping organise protests.
Perhaps I was nervous because of the presence of his girlfriend, or that my Dad seemed slightly on edge, or maybe it was the pint and a half of Fosters I had just downed, but when I went to say,
"... and it's like with the latest election in Iran..."
I ended up saying,
"... and it's like with the latest erection..."
Now, I thought someone would laugh, but no one did... so that 'erection' just hung awkwardly in the air.
... You're allowed to smirk.
Hahahaha, love it :)
ReplyDeleteRelax! 'sall good. I know what you're talking about. Many's the time when I've been in that similar situation, stood there in the pub, my erection heaving in the gentle breeze like the steadfast mast of some wind-tossed galleon as an awed hush blanketed the onlookers.
ReplyDeleteElephant in the room indeed. HEYYYYY-O!
... James?
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