A number of people have asked me why the friend with whom I was having lunch on Friday had her own personal arsenal in the backseat of her car.
She is actually a student of Kung Fu, and is about to test for her purple belt.
But the fun did not stop with an inventory of her lethally dangerous back seat. After she finished listing all the weapons with which we were vaguely familiar she told us, “I also used to have a [name of some unpronounceable Chinese weapon] that was really big. I named it My Little Brother but my friend [Important Side Note: a guy friend] told me I had to call it My Johnson.
So the next time I saw him I told him that I hadn’t had any time recently to practice with My Johnson. I totally cracked him up.”
And almost caused a major car accident as the three of us were driving back from lunch at the time, and explosive, convulsive laughter tends to impair one’s ability to drive in a straight line.
Best. Lunch. Ever.