I have a wonderful best friend.  Her name is, well, “J” for privacy purposes (I shouldn’t force someone to use his/her real name in my anecdotes).  J and I have been best friends for over thirty years.  I adore her.  No one makes me laugh like she does.  Why, then, do I scramble words she tells me into almost Andrew Dice Clay-ish fiction?  I don’t do it all the time, but I did this past Saturday when she came over to watch Project Runway (yes, I recorded it on Tivo for us to enjoy whenever).

Here’s what I thought she said, “So, how about those butt implants – they can kill ya!”

And here’s what she actually said, “I hear a lot of people have been dying from butt implants.”

It’s not like what she actually said wasn’t funny enough as is.  It was funny.  How can any conversation about butt implants NOT be funny?  I keep a notebook in front of the television where I record wonderful things J says to me each week.  I even write down potentially funny things I’ve said (with her assistance so I don’t misquote myself).  I will create future posts that include our hilarious (at least we think they’re hilarious) conversations.  Stay tuned…