PorkSlap

Slap My Pork

It has been months since I have written, I blame it on obtaining new slacker skillz taught to me by the boy :).  Actually, a new job consumed much of my time, and the spare time was spent getting into something with the boy to ensure the whole and true Americana experience.  Case in point: Today.  The boy's parents have been over here for just about two weeks.  They do not speak any English, but truly are the loveliest people you could ever meet!   I have learned to make coffee comparable to  jet fuel for his dad and it has been great.  During their visit, his parents have fallen in love with American Diners, visiting at least 6 of them.  We took them down to the Trolley Car Diner this morning.  This particular diner has 250+ beers (hooray!)  The hubs was looking at the list and I zero in on the Porkslap beer.  This triggers one of my infamous giggling fits, which the boy chimes in and says, "how would I slap my pork?"  I elegantly fell off my stool, tears streaming down my face in laughter and begging the hubs to explain what he had just said and not to say it again.  Well, he said it again until I finally managed to get out "We'll have our brother in law who is a master wordsmith explain to him this afternoon what it meant."    The explanation from my brother in law went eloquently like this, (I am falling to pieces as I type this, my cheeks are up in my eyes from laughter)  "Well, you know when you want to be alone either in your room, or the bathroom with your manparts, that would be slapping your pork."