I’ve said this before and I know I’ll say it again:
Either other people talk too fast or I listen too slow. Add a thick Southern accent and all sorts of shenanigans can ensue. My neighbor got me good on my morning walk today.
Me: Good morning!
Him, walking around his burgundy motorcycle: Good morning! It’s a nice day, I’m about to go out here with some bull penis.
Me: Some what?
Him: Bull penis.
(Ok I’ve talked to people with thick accents and people who hunt, this is new to me. He’s serious so I’m trying to figure out a context, but that’s all he said.)
I stopped walking and turned to face him.
Me: Am I hearing what I think I’m hearing? Some bull…? (I trailed off)
He walks around to the side compartment of his motorcycle and opens it. I’m expecting something ooey gooey or a shrink wrapped package like the Rocky Mountain Oysters at Cattlemans in Taylor, MI.
Instead he pulls out…
A giant can of BOILED PEANUTS.
I laughed so hard I may have awakened everyone in Citrus County.
He said he was glad he could get a laugh out of me, says he does that kind of stuff to his wife all the time.
He said next time he sees me he actually might have some bull penis. Or did he say boiled peanuts?