" you know who said...
And said "My name is Tony"
My sister left that comment on my last post. What does it mean? Well, let me tell you!
When the Evil One and I were married, we owned a folding banquet table, which I left behind with him when I left. After all, I had taken the dining set; I couldn't in good conscience leave him without any table at all!
Well, it came to pass that my sister wanted to borrow the banquet table one Thanksgiving, and I had to tell her I had left it behind with Evil.
"What???" she gasped. "Why?? What's he gonna do with it? Have his naked lover stretched out on it with turkey feathers shoved up his ass???"
Automatically, I began to sing to the tune of "Yankee Doodle": "Stuck a feather in his ass and said, 'My name is Tony!'"
From then on, every imaginary male lover of my ex's was named Tony in our minds. When I told my sister about this, she said, "I hope it doesn't blow up Tony! That would might seem like a hate crime." Also, we could never hear the song "Yankee Doodle" without dissolving into giggles.
