My folks and I had pie for dinner on Sunday night (before you judge, it was pumpkin pie, so it's not like it was unhealthy). On our way to the pie place, we passed a bus shelter with a movie poster for Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
Mom made mention of it, and Dad and I both swore she said Diarrhea of a Wimpy Kid.
The word diarrhea sends me into fits of giggles on its own any day, so it was that much more funny.
And then, as we ate our pie, Dad asked What was the name of that movie again? Diarrhea of a Windy Boy?
Which, of course, sent me into a paroxysm of laughter.
We're classy.
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