Hidden Dip.
Some people think literally. Some people think laterally. Some people think differently.
I think in a lot of different ways, and I think in all these ways at one time.
Take, for instance, road signs. We all see road signs all the damned time. They're everywhere that's anywhere with a dash of tarmac. You see road, you see metal pole with shaped metal sign.
They warn you, instruct you, and let you know where you are, and where you're going.
I have a favourite road sign. It is the triangular one, with a big exclamation mark [!] in it, with the words "Hidden Dip" underneath. This road sign, is my favourite, for reasons I am about to disclose.
Scene, Set the:: In a car, as a passenger, on my way to Edinburgh, with my big brother. Our car food is this: doritos and coca-cola. The road is slightly rural, as we had to detour via St. Andrews to pick up his girlfriend [I called him taxi-bitch most of the way there]. Anyway, as we're driving along this road, we come across a "Hidden Dip" sign. Straightaway, I burst into giggles. Girly giggles. I am not proud of my GirlyGiggles, but it's what happened, and i figure I mightaswellbehonest. My brother, utterly perplexed by my reaction, looks around to see if he can spot this obviously hilarious item that has me in stitches.
"What are you laughing about..?" enquires he.
"hahahaa Roffle" said I, still not managing words.
"... What is it?"
"Have you found the village idiot yet, or is he still winning at Hide and Seek?" I say, before giggling all over again.
"Whaaat?"
"The sign said there was a Hidden Dip, Roffle."
He Roffled like I Roffled.
Then, moments later, I had a new thought direction. I took the doritos, and held one out the window.
"Is it too hot?" he asked, sarcastically.
"No, idiot. I figure if it's not the vilage idiot, it could be salsa dip!"
Again, we Roffled.
After five minutes of Roffling, and rather unsteady driving, as he held his sides rather than the steering wheel, we forgot about it, and collected "Mumble" [his girlfriend].
Then, we passed another one, and burst out laughing rather loudly. In fact, I do believe it is safe to say we LOL'ed for a while, whilst she sat there utterly perplexed, and it started all over again.
Good times, I thought.
I think in a lot of different ways, and I think in all these ways at one time.
Take, for instance, road signs. We all see road signs all the damned time. They're everywhere that's anywhere with a dash of tarmac. You see road, you see metal pole with shaped metal sign.
They warn you, instruct you, and let you know where you are, and where you're going.
I have a favourite road sign. It is the triangular one, with a big exclamation mark [!] in it, with the words "Hidden Dip" underneath. This road sign, is my favourite, for reasons I am about to disclose.
Scene, Set the:: In a car, as a passenger, on my way to Edinburgh, with my big brother. Our car food is this: doritos and coca-cola. The road is slightly rural, as we had to detour via St. Andrews to pick up his girlfriend [I called him taxi-bitch most of the way there]. Anyway, as we're driving along this road, we come across a "Hidden Dip" sign. Straightaway, I burst into giggles. Girly giggles. I am not proud of my GirlyGiggles, but it's what happened, and i figure I mightaswellbehonest. My brother, utterly perplexed by my reaction, looks around to see if he can spot this obviously hilarious item that has me in stitches.
"What are you laughing about..?" enquires he.
"hahahaa Roffle" said I, still not managing words.
"... What is it?"
"Have you found the village idiot yet, or is he still winning at Hide and Seek?" I say, before giggling all over again.
"Whaaat?"
"The sign said there was a Hidden Dip, Roffle."
He Roffled like I Roffled.
Then, moments later, I had a new thought direction. I took the doritos, and held one out the window.
"Is it too hot?" he asked, sarcastically.
"No, idiot. I figure if it's not the vilage idiot, it could be salsa dip!"
Again, we Roffled.
After five minutes of Roffling, and rather unsteady driving, as he held his sides rather than the steering wheel, we forgot about it, and collected "Mumble" [his girlfriend].
Then, we passed another one, and burst out laughing rather loudly. In fact, I do believe it is safe to say we LOL'ed for a while, whilst she sat there utterly perplexed, and it started all over again.
Good times, I thought.
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Mumble's the name of a penguin.
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