Twat
A few Thursdays ago, NB and I went out for trivia with friends at a St. Louis bar and grill. After the trivia, we may have possibly gone for martinis. It was there I learned that NB’s grandmother uses the word, “twat.”
As in:
“Stop talking out of your twat.”
“Stop showing your twat.”
“Shut your twat!”
If there is a god, please let her say this around me at the next family function. Please.
Posted by Melissa on July 7th, 2008 under Boyfriendlies7 Responses to “Twat”
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July 7th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
LMFAO! That’s just crazed. Grandma… oh my!
July 7th, 2008 at 6:42 pm
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE LYING!! LOL
July 7th, 2008 at 6:55 pm
Now, picture her as a lovely regal old lady in a wheelchair with an afghan draped over her lap!
July 8th, 2008 at 7:31 am
I lurve NB’s granny - take me with you to the next family function…
July 8th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
I *so* want to take this up! Except I’ve been working like months to stop calling everyone a tool (the kid’s severe logic convinced me I should) and so…
July 8th, 2008 at 2:52 pm
Oh my, that’s hilarious! And you know everyone’s snickering about it but no one will comment on it. I love brazen grandmas. Priceless.
July 8th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
I think you must have accidentally wandered into St. Louise, not St. Louis. In St. Louise (or so I’m told), it is permissible to refer to the lady parts as vulgarly and often as possible; it is even encouraged. St. Louis, though, is a boys’ town with a boy’s name and the only parts worth mentioning there are boys’.
Or so I’ve heard. (And yes, I am talking completely out of my twat at this very moment — rather uncomfortably since I am also sitting on a balance ball at the same time.)