Sometimes you end up having conversations about things you really never imagined you would have conversations about. Like, you know, what you would name your own butthole.
To set some context, I bought YG the first two seasons of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia for Valentine's Day. We were discussing our favorite episodes, and I mentioned that my all time favorite episode is the one where Dee wants to have a Sex&The City girls night out, and they are all drinking cosmos and Artemis shouts out, "I have a bleached asshole!" Hilarity ensues.
Multiple tangents later, we get to this conversation:
Me: Ha, ha, ha. "I have a bleached asshole!"
YG: Your asshole is named Blanche.
Me: Blanche, the bleached asshole.
[editorial note: I still do not quite get the whole bleached asshole thing. If you don't either, I suggest you resist the urge to
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Me: What should we call your asshole?
YG: Black Ops.
Me: Black Ops?
YG: Yeah, Black Ops. Beyond top secret military missions.
YG: In the defense budget, there's a whole line item for Black Ops, but nobody really knows what it is.
Me: Okay, so your asshole is Black Ops.
YG: Get it? Double entendre.
Me: Yeah, got it.
YG: You are not sufficiently laughing.
YG: Black Ops IS funny.
Me: I GET YOUR DOUBLE ENTENDRE.
YG: But you are not laughing hard enough.
YG: I turn a deaf ear to you now. Literally.
Me: Now THAT's funny.