Today Michael, his parents and myself went out to lunch and to run errands. His mother went into a store and left us in the car. When she came out about twenty minutes later, this is what she heard me say as she got into the car:
“But how do you determine whether or not a clam is gay?”
This was actually part of a fairly serious scientific discussion between Michael, his dad and me, but I’m not going to tell you about it. Just leave you to wonder.
Is that a code LOL? It’s gotta be one of those self sustaining life pre time things, animals that self reproduce. Although, I do have a family member who could be described as such…I want that on a tshirt. That’s a motto, right there……..I do wonder what you all talk about sometimes though Meaghan.
I once walked by a little girl and her mother just as the child was saying earnestly, “Well, maybe hamsters LIKE spaghetti!” I’ve always wondered how the rest of that conversation went.
Hamsters do like spaghetti. I used to feed mine spaghetti noodles and she loved them.
I am going to call my good friends who are commercial clammers right now at midnight and ask them because now I NEED to know, dammit!
That’s easy. Boy clams that are gay wear pink shirts and love musicals. Girl clams that are gay keep their wallets in their back pockets and their cigarettes rolled up in their shirt sleeve. lol
I’ve heard the expression “as happy as a clam,” but not as gay as one; I would suppose the latter is entirely dependent on where the merry mollusc chooses to plant its foot.