Mr. Z got home from school today and wanted to do some noodling on the computer, so he turned on my laptop upstairs while I was toiling away in the basement. Apparently, the laptop was still logged in to my Google account because a friend, we'll call her Ms. M, tried to IM me. I was working on my Mac, though, and, thus, she was IM'ing Mr. Z, instead. Here's their conversation:
MS. M: How's your anus?
MR. Z: I'm not Andy.
MS. M: sorry...
MR. Z: It's OK.
It was at about this time that I switched back over to my other computer and saw their conversation. I almost launched a brain lobe outta my right nostril, I laughed so hard. I typed:
ME: you there?
MS. M: yep... horrified!
ME: Why did you ask Mr. Z how his anus was?
MS. M: I'm so sorry!
ME: I'm laughing so hard right now.
MS. M: me too... i have tears
ME: I wish he would've answered, "Fine, how's yours?" That would've been more polite.
MS. M: I like "I'm not Andy."
ME: Morning! How's your anus? [I'm not Andy.]
MS. M: I'm not Andy's Anus.
ME: Hi, this is Andy's anus. I'm not home right now...
MS. M: Leave your message after the brap! By the way, my vagina won't take my brain's phone calls after the stunt she pulled.
ME: Mr. Z, are you still there?
MS. M: wait...is Mr. Z listening?
ME: Uh, I better make sure he's off the computer!
I ran upstairs and he wasn't. He was working on some Mario game he's making. He said he wasn't watching the conversation. Hm. Maybe he wasn't, maybe he was. If he was, he now knows that something was up with my anus. Even more interestingly, though, is that he's now aware that Ms. M's vagina can apparently pull stunts.
I wonder what we'll be talking about at Mr. Z's bedtime tonight.