There is no question that my family has somewhat of its own language. I’m not sure how it starts, but common words or phrases somehow adapt from inside jokes to be included in common conversation, many times repeatedly. My friends have sat in awe, probably more like utter confusion, watching my brother (punk) and I go back and forth just saying simple words like pizza or boo boo toe. You can’t forget, “You smell. Like roses. That have been pooped on.”
The worst part is, after about twenty minutes, my friends start doing it too. It’s pretty hilarious until your friends start calling you poop face and banana phone is used to break awkward silence.
NO DANCING ALLOWED
My cousin and I thought the above picture was funny and looked like people were trying to dance. So, everywhere we saw the sign, we had to say it. Now we just say it, well, because.
Only in my family would poop face be and endearing term and pizza be a common greeting. The sad thing is, I always get a good laugh, no matter how old it gets.